Running Time: 96 minutes
US Certificate: R UK Certificate: 18
Country: France, United States
Meet Zed (Eric Stoltz). Hes just arrived in Paris on his holi-bobs. What do you think he should do first, children? Take a trip to the Arc de Triomphe? Visit the Eiffel Tower? Spend some time at one of those charming pavement cafes? Or how about sleep with a prozzer, go on an all-night heroin binge, and rob a bank amidst an horrendous bloodbath?
Zeds copy of Lonely Planet must be a bit different from mine, for he somehow decides on the latter option. Upon his arrival, hes instantly fixed up with the improbably pretty hooker Zoe (Julie Delpy) who even more improbably falls straight in love with him. Then again, perhaps Im just being cynical. After all, with his big orange mullet, cornflake-filled beard and the fact that he does sod all when his mate Eric (Jean-Hughes Anglade) turns up and chucks her starkers into the hallway, what woman couldnt fancy him?
What follows is an increasingly nasty, seedy and violent escapade as Zed, Eric and hangers-on (including one-time Spandau Ballet bloke Gary Kemp) make a laughably amateur attempt at quietly knocking-off the citys major bank and escaping unnoticed. Of course, as the title suggests, we have to find some way for Zoe to come back into the story, so guess what? Thats right she works in the bank as well! Is it just me or by this stage is she starting to become reminiscent of that spotty kid from The Simpsons who literally works everywhere?
Killing Zoe or An American Ginger in Paris as I prefer to call it is directed by Roger Avary with the sort of pointless enthusiasm generally matched only by his mate Quentin Tarantino (whos actually one of the producers here). Its a high-speed, sleazy, aggressive film, rarely stopping to connect with the viewer and working under the gross misconception that if its cool enough and kinetic enough then everyone will love it. Now, far be it from me to attempt to dampen anyones spirit after all, its spirit and belief in his own ability that went a long way towards getting Tarantino to where he is today but it counts for little if you cant use it to develop your film into something meaningful and relevant.
Unlike Tarantino, Avary shows here an inability to harness his passion and turn it into something that can be shared with his audience. If you dont believe me, just pick up a copy of his 2003 lets-make-that-Dawsons-Creek-bloke-look-mean crapfest Rules of Attraction which, almost a decade later, suggests hes still done nothing to refine his style.
It's Got: A monkey that doesnt like Billie Holliday. Everyones a critic these days.
It Needs: To ditch the occasional glimpses of Nosferatu. They scared me.
DVD Extras A trailer and some cast/crew interviews. Yawn yawny yawn yawn. DVD Extras Rating: 3/10
A bloody mess, in more ways than one.