Chatverock Takes itself way too seriously

Stellead Don't listen to the Hype. It's awful

Fairaher The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

FirstWitch A movie that not only functions as a solid scarefest but a razor-sharp satire.

ReasonlsOutToLunch This always quirky, sometimes funny, sometimes dark, and sometimes misses film isn't a masterpiece. But, certain scenes make it worth watching. The exchange between Baldwin and Jones is one of those scenes. Gabriela is obsessed with violent crime. When she sees an ad on TV from a crime scene cleaning company she quickly contacts them to get a job with them. She is reluctantly hired and quits her other job. It gets somewhat slow at this point, but a key scene is when her partner complains about Gabriela's childlike behavior. The juxtaposition of Gabriela's demeanor, the crime scene, and her happy salsa music is a strange combination indeed. It sometimes works and it is sometimes grating. William Baldwin as Paul Guell is actually quite brilliant and doesn't get enough credit. You have no idea how much it pains me to write that. But, anyway here it is. He has a very difficult job to do here and he pulls it off and makes it look easy. He has to be a menacing serial killer, check he is very creepy. He has to manage to make it funny somehow as well, check. As mentioned before his exchange with Jones, was well worth watching the movie. He also manages to show some sensitivity, we can almost see into the pit of his dark soul, what motivates him to kill. It does't all work however, there are parts that are so illogical. Aside from the fact that the childlike main character is obsessed with violent crime. Things that would never ever happen in real life. I will have to leave it at that, if you watch the film you will spot at least one glaring example at near the end of the film. The ending will leave you with more questions than this film can answer.

Bolesroor Quentin Tarantino, aglow with the buzz-borne light from the soon-to-be-released "Pulp Fiction," was sitting in a darkened theater with his producer/pal Lawrence Bender, enjoying a short-film festival. The short being screened was called "Curdled," and it was about a Latin woman working for a housekeeping service that specialized in cleaning up crime scenes for murderers and killers. I picture our hydro-cephalic hero QT laughing so loud he annoyed everyone in the theater, including the film's writer/director Reb Braddock.But Braddock needn't have worried. Our fat-headed pop-culture savant got up from his seat when the short was over, sought out Reb and declared, full of his own ego and I can only guess Goobers, "Listen to me, Mr. Braddock, alriiiiiiiight? We're gonna take your short film and make it into a feature, okaaaaaaaaay? You'll write/direct and I'll produce, alriiiiiiiiiiight?"And so the feature-length version of "Curdled" was born. I'm scarcely exaggerating this story because it is the version told by Quentin himself in the film's bonus material. Could any aspiring director refuse the offer of a then white-hot Tarantino? Could you? Unfortunately for us the feature is nothing more than the 10 min. short stretched out over an hour and a half. Which strangely feels like three hours.Thrill as Nothing happens in slow motion. Watch the immediately-attractive Angela Jones (Butch's cabbie in Pulp Fiction) become less and less adorable as sheer boredom numbs your senses. Laugh at a one-joke black comedy that manages to kill the joke after twenty minutes. Rock to a movie so bad its writer/director Reb Braddock never wrote/directed anything ever again. At all.What did we learn today? We learned that short films don't necessarily translate into feature-length. We learned that even Latin women need good story lines to hold onto our attention. And most importantly: If Quentin Tarantino ever approaches you in a theater with greazy fingers and a shlt-eating grin you need to evacuate the premises as soon as possible.That's what Fire Exits are for.GRADE: D-

John Farthing I am not sure how I heard about this film but I am glad I did. It was much more enjoyable than most videos I watch on the weekend. Angela Jones is a delight to watch. I loved the ending. Don't turn the video off at the end, fast forward through the credits and watch Quentin Tarantino explain how he discovered this film at an Italian Film Festival.

urbanstruggle This movie had the potential to be a great black comedy with the idea behind it, but it falls very short. There is very little in this film that impressed me or made me laugh. It's like a black comedy without the black (the film tried to be violent and gory, but looked little more than ridiculous) or the comedy. The film is about a woman (Angela Jones) who quits her job and decided to go work for a company called PFCS (Post Forensic Cleaning Service) when she becomes fascinated with a serial killer known as the "Blue Blood Killer", a psychopath who goes around Miami beheading rich women. The company is a cleaning service that is called in to clean up the blood and guts left behind in homes in the aftermath of a murder, after the Cops haul the body and evidence away. The premise for a company like this is funny (one of the only moments in the film that caused me to laugh was their T.V Commercial), but the end result is not.I can see why Quentin Tarantino was attracted to a project like this. Word on the street is that this was originally a funny short film that was shown at Sundance in the early 90's and after the success of "Reservoir Dogs" and "Pulp Fiction", Tarantino bankrolled this full length version of the movie and released it later on video with his "Rolling Thunder Pictures". Tarantino seems to be very amused and fascinated with the idea of a cleaner or cleaning service to clean up the mess of the deceased. He surely watched Luc Besson's "La Femme Nikita" many times in the later stages of his video store clerk days and used the idea of "Victor the cleaner" for his Winston Wolf character in "Pulp Fiction". The idea of a "cleaner" is quite funny and worked very well in both films, but here, it simply does not work beyond the admitted hilarity of the T.V commercial and of the mock-up sensationalist reality-TV show excerpt in the middle of the film. The rest of the movie is boring and pointless and the acting, apart from Angela Jones, is pretty stale. If you want to see real black comedy that will make you laugh (and cringe, that's another thing this film was missing), I would suggest seeking out the early works of Danny Boyle ("Trainspotting", "Shallow Grave") and the Coen Brother's "Fargo" over a boring film like this. 4 out of 10