the little things

The disastrous disappointment of John Lee Hancock’s neo-noir serial killer procedural demonstrates how a compelling script is still the most important element – even with three A-list, Oscar-winning actors. You have odd-couple cops after an elusive psychotic killer – and nary a distinguishable female character within camera range.

Reasons for not engaging with The Little Things include the range of acting and the too-tricky storyline. It suffers from failure of imagination. The Little Things is one more damnable film about a serial killer of young women. Killing a lot of women as a plot device is not nostalgia. It’s just criminally lame.