Ah, Erotic Drama, last bastion of the predictably dire film... Killing Me Softly is a half-assed attempt at an erotic mystery with no redeeming features whatsoever (unless you consider a glimpse of Heather Graham's breasts to be worth two hours of torture). Fiennes appears to be being paid by the word (he maybe says twenty during the entire movie) and is limited to grunts and baleful stares, Graham appears to be trying not to laugh most of the time, and the plot twist is by turns obvious and ludicrous.
Review of Killing Me Softly
