Fit to kill!
We’ve had several gender role reversal situations this decade in horror. This is a perfect example. We understand, in the first five minutes, that A) this is a movie about a female murderer, and B) that she’s the protagonist. What follows is a psychological game of cat and mouse between her and a private detective rather submissive and inept she kidnapped.
Agnes is unhinged, but her illness only comes up once she has the upper hand. She otherwise blends in. Murder is one of many passions she has. She likes sex, too, or at least we think she does. She’s depicted as irresistible. I enjoyed her character and I enjoyed this film. With its organic dialogue, its plausible characters, and its enthralling premise, Poor Agnes sucks you right in.
This story has been told several times before, just not this way. While Agnes comes out as an empowered woman, she’s no saint. Subplots aside, this film illustrates an unhealthy relationship between two characters. It’s an excellent rendition of the Stockholm syndrome, though the victim’s inability to escape is a little hard to buy. The ending doesn’t live up to expectations. It’s the journey...