Although it has its amusing moments, in eneral the plot does not convince.

In truth, there is barely enough story here to make a film.

I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

Two points, one for Michael Ironside, and one for M. Emmet Walsh, both of whom are trapped in this truly terrible film. The writing is some of the worst ever, with zero character development, and scenes that seem to have been randomly inserted in no particular order. Confusion abounds, and the viewer will quickly lose interest. Why should anyone care about characters we know nothing about, in situations that make little sense. Even with the presence of Ironside and Walsh, "Killer Image" is a stinker of major proportions. After about 40 minutes, I couldn't take any more punishment, and hit the eject button. Just one more DVD for my garage sale. - MERK

After taking incriminating snaps of adulterous senator John Kane (M. Emmet Walsh) getting frisky with his unlikely bit on the side, photographer Ric Oliver (Paul Austin) witnesses the murder of the poor woman at the hands of Kane's uncontrollable brother Luther (Michael Ironside). Ric's subsequent actions makes one wonder how someone so dumb could even operate a camera: instead of immediately going to the police with the evidence, the lens-man unwisely follows the killer as he dumps the body into a reservoir (in broad daylight!), but is spotted while taking more pictures. Realising that he has been seen, Ric gets onto his motorbike, but rather than speed off in the opposite direction, he races towards the gun-toting murderer, thereby sealing his own fate.This level of idiocy seems to run in the family, for Ric's brother Max displays a similar lack of common sense in most matters, and soon finds himself being blackmailed by Luther, who is keen to get his hands on the late brother's incriminating roll of film (which he had the foresight to hide in his motorbike's fuel tank before getting himself killed). After repeatedly being manipulated with ease by loathsome Luther, who even tricks him into riding a roller-coaster with a dead hooker, Max comes up with an incredibly crap plan to foil the killer. And this being an incredibly crap film, the incredibly crap plan works!3/10 for being so unintentionally moronic that it is occasionally funny; however, not even the presence of the usually brilliant Ironside (who hams it up a treat on this occasion) can make me rate this movie any higher.

Dion put me on to this as an example of a Canadian film - Copper Mountain was the other, and this belongs in its ignominious company - where you just can't understand how it ever got the green light, in this case from Telefilm not to mention M. Emmett Walsh's agent. Did anyone read this script before signing off? Was it a gesture of equanimity to our Alberta friends? I'm serious - they should have changed the end credits so they read, "Any similarity to actual human behavior is entirely coincidental." I am all for illogic and rejection of conventional narrative values, but you can't have it both ways - cat-and-mouse procedurals have to make SOME kind of sense. I don't even know where to begin - there should be a drinking game (or screen writing course) based on this movie's plot holes. I'll just pick a couple at random. A) In the first scene (the first scene!!), the guy snapping photos of Michael Ironside dumping the body sees he's been noticed - and reacts by riding his motorbike directly TOWARD him and onto the main road, the better to be killed. As he's being shot at, with no cover, he hops off the dirt bike to take another picture, falls back like he's been shot, then climbs back on the bike like nothing's happened. B) When the guy's ladyfriend yells into the phone "Wait there - I'll be right over!" he doesn't wait there and she is not right over - although both their lives depend on it. C) Unless I'm missing something, the dead guy's photo studio is accessed both by freight elevator and ground-floor loading dock. The first time our hero walks in, it's by elevator, going up....from where?? D) The master assassin Ironside, who helpfully provides his target with his given name, tries to frame him by scattering about some polaroids of our hero in apparent acts of murder. Hint: when framing somebody, do NOT encourage the cops to question why there was a third party in the apartment snapping photos. E) In the climax, Our Hero gets back at Ironside by taking polaroids of HIS murder in progress and leaving them around the forest, where he can't possibly find them all, so someone will find them and justice will be served. First of all, says who? Second of all, what if it, like, rains - polaroids don't like that too much. Third of all, Our Hero has no way of knowing about the polaroids Ironside left at the scene, so where'd he get the idea? Fourth of all, after being beaten senseless and near death, Ironside goes for a stroll and finds all the polaroids anyway - so much for that plan! ...okay, that's enough to give you the flavor, with the additional note that there's no reason Ironside shouldn't just stroll in and shoot the guy in the head at his first opportunity. Only then there'd be no movie, would be the conventional response. In this case though, that would have been a positive thing!

Why is it that Canadian-made movies are so wooden?The script of this movie has potential but it just doesn't work. I think it may be the editing. There is no pacing. The scenes just move along without any buildup of tension.The movie includes two experienced actors, Michael Ironside and M. Emmet Walsh, with Ironside taking the lead as the anti hero.Nothing really happens to make the movie interesting. The hero, John Pyer- Ferguson is unimpressive; the dialogue is boring and the plot is predictable and moves like molasses. Even the color was washed out.I started to watch this movie on the late show and got so bored that I ended up surfing the Internet at the same time and felt that I missed nothing.