For Hailey, its her dad (Donal Logue, Silent Night). For Amanda, its a stalkery ex-boyfriend. But problems can solved and, you know, you scratch my back, I scratch yours. In other words, Kill for Me, I kill for you.
Director Michael Greenspans follow-up to the disastrous Wrecked is a marked improvement. Its like a gender-swapped take on Alfred Hitchcocks Strangers on a Train, but with a heavy dose of Single White Female and a chaste lesbian twist. What it is not is original or unpredictable, or really all that compelling.
But Kill for Me is watchable, like an above-average made-for-TV movie with high production values. Much of it is due to Cassidy who, I state again, is a much better actress than she is given credit for, because people cant see past her impossibly blessed genes. Why not notice both?
Aside: I hereby call for an immediate ban of scenes of people talking while eating, especially noodles. Rod Lott