Bar-that-is-actually-a-strip-joint owner Joe (Carmine Capobianco) is a serial killer utilizing a harmless exterior to lure in his female victims. He’s mostly killing women who annoy him, apparently, but he’s oh so very easily annoyed. And please don’t mention grapes.
As the gods of love will have it, he meets a kindred spirit. Manicurist Kate (Debi Thibeault doing some sort of murderous low budget Molly Ringwald bit, with a vengeance) is also a serial killer, dispatching fools, sad cases and assholes alike. She is also set against grapes.
They meet, they sort of plan on killing each other, they confess their hobbies, they fall in love. Basically, it’s a textbook romance. But will their love survive the ennui that comes with years of murder?
Gorman Bechard’s black indie horror comedy/dubious romance Psychos in Love is the sort of film that most viewers will either find incredible endearing and charming, or loathe with a true passion. It is certainly an acquired taste for anyone who doesn’t cope well with low production standards, incessant breaking of the fourth wall (in fact, it’s so incessant, the film seems to be looking for a fifth one to have a go at), and jokes that run the gamut from tasteless to very tasteless to incredibly goofy. The performances are rough but endearing, while the filmmaking is trying to make all kinds of visual gags the filmmakers barely can afford to pull off.
There’s also a lot of improbable gore to chase away even the last person with good taste in the audience (because that’s the audience watching a movie about a serial killer romance, I assume) and delight us weirdos, and rather a lot of scenes that seem to be based on people on and off camera just screwing around in the hopes of it being funny.
To my own surprise, I found myself rather loving a lot of it, laughing about quite a few of the bad jokes as well as the good ones, and having a good time waiting for the next bit of goofy nonsense Bechard (who also co-wrote with Capobianco) would come up with.
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