Casey Affleck doesn't quite bring out The Killer Inside Me

      I'll never forget the moment in Jim Thompson's film adaptation of The Grifters (1990) when Lilly Dillion (played by Angelica Huston) gets her hand stamped from her boss's giant cigar. "No, no, no!" Screamed Lilly. The Grifters is one of the best films to emerge from the nineties, and one of the best films about the gritty world of con artists and hustlers, next to David Mamet's House of Games (1987). Anyways, that particular scene is replicated in Jim Thompson's recent film adaptation of The Killer Inside Me. The star of the film, Casey Affleck, took his big cigar and burned the hand of a drunken beggar passing by him. However, the similar action doesn't singe the same way as it did in The Grifters. 
      Casey Affleck's understated and deceptive portrayal of the killer, Sheriff Lou, doesn't quite resonate. Nobody in the quiet town of Central, Texas would guess that their chief protector is the cause of all this corruption and mayhem. As the audience slowly uncovers Lou's troubled childhood and psychological scarring, we finally get a glimpse behind Lou's duality and inner rage. Hence, lies the problem with the film. I thought the story's focus should've shifted to Sheriff Lou's sketchy background and childhood traumas, which would've made the character a little more plausible than what was conceived onscreen. 
      Now, I'm not degrading Casey Affleck's interesting performance. I think he's a wonderful and skilled actor and can portray a variety of characters. Ever since Casey Affleck's introduction to the silver screen in To Die For (1995), I was hooked on his shy mannerisms, boyish good-looks, trembling voice, and implosive portrayals. He scored gold performances in Gone Baby Gone (2007) and The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007) , and continues to pick edgy characters, yet his new film left an all around icky taste in my mouth. The killer portrayed in this gritty film didn't have me convinced. 
      Another problem with this film was the lack of a proper musical score. Don't get me wrong, I think it's a true wonder how a filmmaker can carry an entire film with a selection of songs, but it's important to bring out the tone of every story. This film lacks a stable tone. It braises shock, horror and then irony, but nothing ever flows continuously. Furthermore, the constant use of 50s pop music doesn't underscore the irony of the so-called "Happy Day" era. Instead, the music distracts from the dark tone of the atmosphere. 
      If you want to observe the disturbed and tainted mind of a realistic serial killer, then check out Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer (1986). Now, Michael Rooker's debut performance as Henry, truly brought out the killer inside me. **1/2 (out of four stars)