From the director that brought you that bad Ted Bundy movie I reviewed earlier, comes a bad B.T.K. Killer movie. The guys knows what he likes and won’t stop subjecting us to it.
“B.T.K.” is a look into the mind of the madman that terrorized Wichita on and off for 20 years. Kane Hodder does a passable job of giving the character some depth in his role as an overly anal and strict City Hall enforcement officer out to make people’s lives miserable and actually does a decent job of hinting at how twisted the B.T.K. Killer was in the eyes of everybody else. He, of course, never saw it.
Beyond Hodder, though, the acting is atrocious. Again director Michael Feifer shows now ability to tell a story. The movie plods along without a real story to drive it – and it’s not like there wasn’t plenty of material to work with. There seems to be a real effort to contrast his public face (a city official who takes his job (too) seriously, family man who is elected president of his church) with his secret identity. But he’s so cold in both that the juxtaposition never materializes – he always seems calculated and cold. His idiot wife and children don’t do much to sell the family man persona either. The killings are glossed over (and mostly bear little resemblance to BTK’s actual crimes) and his taunting of the authorities, which is perhaps the most interesting thing about him, is largely ignored.
Another snoozefest, Feifer once again manages to take decades of dread and terror and turn it into 90 minutes of dreadful boredom.