The truism that one learns more from the edges than from the center is pounded home in 21st century horror cinema. In this and many Blumhouse Productions movies there is attention paid to the details wherein we find god. This movie is a knock-out. It is beautifully shot, lit, edited, I'll say produced in an attempt to cover the bases. Serial killing is presented as a replacement for cutting. We have graduated to killing others from hurting ourselves. Two quantum leaps in one move. Seems too heady to me. Methinks they'll get caught, especially if they skipped the cutting stage, the one where you learn to hide things, things like evidence on yourself, your tools, the blood - when cutting happens and as it continues to bleed. That learning helps you to hit the ground running when you graduate to serial killing. Well, of course things get dodgy when our hero (!) makes the biggest mistake that you learn NEVER to commit and that is he kills someone he knows. He had to be saved like the baby he is. With these three characters (mother, son and wife) it becomes a culture. Sad. See what happens when you self-diagnose and self-medicate?
Review of Bloodline
