This film is among the most pointless on which I have ever had the misfortune of wasting my time. It is a gruesome and gratuitous catalogue of Bundy's rapes and killings with little or no attempt at providing background, psychological insight or theory.
As the end approached I drew a sigh of relief, only to be confronted with the worst scrap of acting in history (Boti Bliss musing, "Who is Ted Bundy?") followed one-by-one by no fewer than four children unidentified children, one of them gleefully holding up a dead cat, all of whom say, "I'm Ted Bundy." Even if Spike Lee hadn't done it first, using the "I'm Malcolm X" shots to such brilliant effect, this would be beyond corny. As pastiche (homage?), it's unforgivable.
Spare yourself the torture. Rent Silence of the Lambs again instead.
As the end approached I drew a sigh of relief, only to be confronted with the worst scrap of acting in history (Boti Bliss musing, "Who is Ted Bundy?") followed one-by-one by no fewer than four children unidentified children, one of them gleefully holding up a dead cat, all of whom say, "I'm Ted Bundy." Even if Spike Lee hadn't done it first, using the "I'm Malcolm X" shots to such brilliant effect, this would be beyond corny. As pastiche (homage?), it's unforgivable.
Spare yourself the torture. Rent Silence of the Lambs again instead.