What makes it different from others?

Too many fans seem to be blown away

Sorry, this movie sucks

It's an amazing and heartbreaking story.

SERIAL KALLER is a sleazy little British indie horror set in a studio in which live models run webcam shows for Internet voyeurs. The whole cast is made up of women who parade around in their underwear throughout, so expect lots of gratuitous flesh and the occasional bit of nudity. The story comes from the intrusion of a psychopath with murder in mind who works their way through the cast with gruesome relish. This is neither as disturbing as it sounds nor as convincing, given that the budget is very low and the cast little better than amateurs, although scream queen Dani Thompson seems to be making quite an impression in indie cinema.

Sexy Internet models from Babelicious.com are being killed. We know it is the kid we saw in the flashback from 30 years ago, but who is that now? The banter between the girls and the cast makes up most of the film and it was second rate dialogue, unconvincingly delivered by actresses who couldn't buy into it either. The blood scenes were low budget and the nightclub scene was downright cheap.The main sell point of the film is Dani Thompson's cleavage as she keeps her top on, the film's largest disappointment as they teased us by keeping her alive. The film lacked the comedy and nudity for "B" campy slasher.Guide: F-word, sex, nudity (Jess Impiazzi

Any resemblance between "Serial Kaller" and what you might call a "movie," "film," or "artifact of of culture" is simply accidental. The negative, if there is one, would be of better benefit to mankind if it were melted down and used to create soles for shoes given to underprivileged children. During the production of this "thing" all conventions that have been established over the last century by filmmakers were ignored entirely, with the exception of one. Someone did apparently aim the recording device at people who were talking for some reason. I daresay more engaging results might have been achieved if it had been aimed elsewhere, such as a blank wall or maybe some passing traffic, but alas, this was not the case. I lament the fact that so many films have been lost over the years, especially silent movies that were produced before 1929. Their availability might have given us some insight into aspects of the human condition that perhaps we are unaware of, or at least provide us with a peek at someone else's viewpoint in both a literal and figurative sense. More's the pity that "Serial Kaller" refuses to join the aforementioned unrecoverable motion pictures.