ONE LAST KILL
One Last Kill Psychological thriller independent movie
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ONE LAST KILL
started out as a 35-minute short film. It was just a monologue by Curtis Starks, a convicted multiple murderer who was facing the gas chamber the next day. The premise was that Curtis had been set up alone in a room with a couple of cameras to record his final thoughts. The rationale was, since he wouldn't open up to anyone, maybe this was a way for him to get anything and everything off his chest...A cleansing.

I though Curtis was an interesting character with a very unique take on why he ended up in his current predicament. When I sent the short around to friends, colleagues and potential distributors, the reaction was pretty much the same across the board:

Fascinating character, but let's see more of his story.

So, I set out to write a script that would not only be harsh, gritty and intense, but would also fit into my meager budget.

I am most proud of the fact that the script ended up NEEDING a low-budget feel to tell the story properly. I am very proud of ONE LAST KILL, and I truly hope you enjoy it... Well, as much as you can "enjoy" something this disturbing.


PRODUCTION NOTES

There is a scene in the monologue where, in his demented, about to be executed state of mind, Curtis cuts himself with a razor blade. I wanted that to look harsh and realistic, so I actually did the cutting on camera.

The fun part was, when I made the rest of the movie a year later, I needed that incision back. We had a very good make-up/effects guy named John Anthony Lopez, but again, I wanted realism, as I had to do some extreme close-ups that would make the cut on my head very visible.

The cute little cut on my head that made me sob earlier that day.
Ugh! I am not an attractive man!

So, at 6:20AM on a Saturday morning, with shooting scheduled to start at 7, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror with a still picture from the short in one hand and a razor blade in the other. I carefully reinvented the incision, this time deeper and without the aide of adrenaline that I had while shooting the original.

I'd like to say I took it like a man, but that would be a lie unless you consider sobbing and shouting, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" taking it like a man.

I also got in deep crap with my wife, because the wad of paper towels I brought into the bathroom with me weren't adequate and I got several splatters of blood on the curtains.

It was a running gag on the set that "You know you're on a welfare production when your special effects budget is a razor blade."