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Shawn (Selma Blair) is taken hostage by bank robber Charlie (Max Beesley) – only she was about to kill herself anyway. Har har. The wit doesn't stop as Charlie generously offers to kill her once he gets away scot-free. And in Hollywood, this means spending time together. And when any man and woman in a shitty film spend more than five minutes together they fall in love. So begins “Kill Me Later.”

Selma Blair is just plain bored in nearly every role she's in. Thankfully, Max Beesley is there to save the day, right? Right? Alas, no. In just two movies, Beesley’s managed to become an actor Bitter Balcony would be happy not to see on film again. There is nothing worse than someone hamming up the charisma he sadly lacks. The accent may by charming to some, but we’re not fooled.

Dana Lustig does what he can with this film, but the cast is tiresome and the screenplay is a snoozer that should have been used as a headrest for kindling. The film reeks of mediocrity – amd we’re being nice.

The soundtrack in “Kill Me Later” distracts from the film (which could almost be a good thing) as it loops far past when it should have stopped.

Hello, my name is JAS and I am a glutton for punishment. I know people that love bad movies and I mean some terrible films, but none have seen “Glitter”. Seriously, I have yet to meet one person that has watched this film. People have watched “Gigli,” but none have seen this. So I set off on my journey and see if I can survive…

The film starts off with a fantastic example of solid motherhood as a drunk singer does her thing on stage with her under aged daughter drinking water at the bar. Then she invites her up to sing a little ditty in front of a bunch of drunkards. A few minutes after this I start to realize that the movie is boring me. Then because of lack of stimuli I notice that I am 6 minutes and 41 seconds into the film and there are still credits being displayed. What's better is that every full minute you get one more person that worked on this movie. 7:16, 8:34 and finally ending at the ten minute mark. Why spread it out? Makes no sense, but it was amusing, so I'm thankful for bad choices.

Stephen Norrington directs this movie about Billy Byrnes rise and fall from grace as a great… Director… Photographer… Philosopher… Fraked if I know. This whole movie goes by talking about how great he is then how he lost it. What did he do that was so great? Dunno. What did he do that was so bad? Dunno. What does he do? He, look at that, a resounding DUNNO!