Little Murder

Dreamy Josh Lucas

I mean, another film I saw while working for the festival. BTW, this list of films – Double Hour, Little Murder and Bibliotheque Pascal – are being featured here because they were the only movies I saw. Of the three, I’d say that Little Murder was probably the most popular, totally based on my unscientific survey and my memory of what was and what was not on rush sale tickets.

Little Murder, which stars studly actors Josh Lucas and Terrence Howard, and is directed by Predrag Antonijevic (say that fast 3x before your morning bowl of Wheaties), is a post-Katrina NOLA film/thriller-something.

I’m not sure how The Storm really figures into the plot except for things like having flood-damaged furniture sitting out by the sidewalks as set dressing. Anyway. Josh plays a sweaty cop who shoots an innocent kid by mistake and gets put on leave. He starts drinking. Heavily. It’s southern drinking – or rather, the southern version of drinking as portrayed in the movies – whiskey, no glass, no shaving, dirty wifebeater, more sweat, lace curtains and a veil of self-pity only partially palatable due to the handsomeness of the star.

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Dreamy Terrence Howard

One day Josh gets a call from the boss who wants him back on a case to find a serial killer – is it just me, or have serial killers really overstayed  their welcome? – and sets him up in a house to watch eccentric smartypants neighbor-suspect Terrence Howard.

Josh isn’t very good at spying on his neighbors, especially since he’s still drinking. For the discerning viewer, however, he lies on the bed a lot, shirtless  in his stupor, which isn’t such a bad thing after all. So, he sort of becomes buddies with Terrence, and by now we’re convinced that the police must have their sights on the wrong man.

Meanwhile, the house Josh was set up in is haunted and he sees the ghost of a girl (Lake Bell) who was murdered – who wants his help in finding her “real” killer. So Josh just suddenly gives up drinking, starts jogging, and by the end of the movie solves both the serial murder case and the murder of the ghost girl. Quite redemptive, indeed.

As a genre film, it’s not bad, though pretty much anybody who’s seen a few movies will see the denouement coming like a looming paddleboat on the Mississippi. Still, it’s got those fun touches we demand in our fiction of the south: murder, good old boys and girls, paranormal activity, interracial lust, class warfare, decay – of both morals and the physical world, police corruption, and lots of water everywhere.  My sense is that this film got an outsize reception at a film festival, but will have a much harder time finding an audience in general release.