Melanie Laurent is abysmal as the femme fatale. If you missed the first act you would not know that she was an ice-cold assassin. Assassins are supposed to be armed with knives, guns and other weapons; they have special martial moves and destroy anyone in their path. Little Miss Lucrèce spends the entire film looking dazed or on the verge of tears.
In a dire attempt to gain sympathy from the audience there is a meagre sub-plot that revolves around Lucrèce’s father. It’s a shame that this element is completely forgotten about until the final act because by then you will have lost all interest in anything to do with this stupid woman. In addition, her young daughter is left without a mother while Lucrèce works, and again, you won’t really care because the daughter is left without thought until the film’s dull and preposterous ending.
Requiem For A Killer is, in a way, a beautiful film. Ridiculous, but beautiful. The setting is wonderful and there are great shots of lovely mountainous landscapes. The music is also rather lovely. Nonetheless, this is not enough to prevent it from being one of the most shockingly bad ninety minutes you will ever spend. Trying to disguise a poorly written script with camera shots that pan over a pretty location will not work, I ‘m afraid.
Offering nothing original to the genre it tries so hard to adhere to, the creators of Requiem For A Killer should have spent more time hiring proper actors and working on a smarter script instead of focusing all their attention on trying to be arty. There are no redeeming factors for this film, and nothing will change the fact it is one of most thrill-less thrillers I have ever watched.
