There is a fantastic moment as the end credits come up, the music is a song that repeats the line "Shame. Shame on you." over and over again. It's a funny moment, but it's a shame the film it's attached to is so painfully dull. Maybe Michael Winterbottom thinks he is Lars von Trier, taking the piss. Sadly The Killer Inside Me is just awful, and not because of the violence against women, just because it's boring, and the film noirs it wants to be were not. It goes on and on and on and nothing happens. Maybe it is all a joke. It actually got me angry and I suppose that's something; if you want to pay to have a film mock you, this is the one for you. Shame on me for going to see it.
I considered emailing the cinema for a refund, but there probably was no point. It is a total piece of shit.
Oh and if anyone is interested in it purely because of the violence, that in itself is a waste of time, as it's nowhere near as nasty as Antichrist or Irreversible.
That is all.