PopSyndicate.com

I was intrigued when I started watching The Killing Floor.  The music alone during the opening menu set the tone for what was to come.  But I was unprepared for the ups and downs of the film. All the while a quote from the trailer stayed in the back of my mind. “Write a story about you writing a story.”

Marc Blucas portrays David Lamont, a book publisher, who seems to be doing quite well and can afford to move into new digs in New York City:  three floors of a high-rise building.  His secretary, Rebecca (Sheri Appleby), seems to be Miss Harvey Milquetoast throughout most of the picture.  She keeps begging David to read her novel, but he puts her off time and time again while going for the big stuff.  He is cocky, overly confident and afraid of nothing.  At least he’s afraid of nothing until moving into his new apartment.

He meets a neighbor, Audrey Levine (Reiko Aylesworth), and they have a romantic adventure that seems as if it will last.  Someone, however, is getting into his apartment and leaving photos of a crime scene and then a knife.  He searches the Internet for his address to see if there was anything out of the ordinary that happened before he moved in.  He turns up nothing.  The police find someone stabbed with a similar knife that has David’s fingerprints all over the handle.

The Killing Floor had me holding my breath in places. I began to wonder who the real culprit was.  I don’t want to spoil the surprise.  There’s a dead girlfriend, a dead cop, and David’s helpful secretary who watches him chop up the bodies with an axe and feed the parts to the pigs.  Oh, that’s not the ending.  If this one doesn’t raise the hackles on the back of your neck, nothing will.

The Killing Floor is a good whodunit to the very end.  You’ll gasp when you figure out who the villain is and then smack yourself on the forehead for not figuring it.  Champagne to the actors’ brilliant efforts and all the people involved in highly enjoyable this movie.

5