KillerKiller 2007
"The public call them murderers. The papers call them monsters. She calls them prey"
Pat Higgins' relentless micro-budget slasher *KillerKiller* (2007) traps a dozen notorious serial killers inside a remote high-security wing that suddenly unlocks itself.
Director: Pat Higgins
Cast
Frequently Asked Questions
What is KillerKiller (2007) about?
A barren penal facility housing serial killers inexplicably unlocks while a creeping freezing fog traps everyone inside. One by one the psychos begin dying in ways eerily reminiscent of their most infamous crimes, sparking a toxic mix of distrust, violence and dark humor.
Who directed KillerKiller?
KillerKiller was directed by Pat Higgins, the British filmmaker known for low-budget horror that balances gore with biting satire.
Who stars in KillerKiller?
Richard Collins, Scott Denyer, Dutch Dore-Boize, Cy Henty, Rami Hilmi and Danny James headline the claustrophobic ensemble.
Is KillerKiller (2007) worth watching?
Though unrated on IMDb, horror fans chasing darkly clever slashers with a micro-budget edge will appreciate Higgins' crafty gore and taut pacing. Expect tight corridors, sharp one-liners, and a body count that keeps the adrenaline pumping.
How long is KillerKiller?
KillerKiller runs exactly 76 minutes—just over an hour of merciless mayhem you can stream or download on multiple devices.
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About KillerKiller (2007) — Serial killers stalk one another in Pat Higgins' razor-sharp micro-budget slasher.
Pat Higgins' relentless micro-budget slasher *KillerKiller* (2007) traps a dozen notorious serial killers inside a remote high-security wing that suddenly unlocks itself. The moment the mist rolls in, the psychos should be celebrating—or fleeing—except something far deadlier starts picking them off one by one. Is it a vengeful survivor, an escaped inmate with a twisted sense of justice, or has the facility's own security system finally decided to act? As claustrophobic corridors echo with panic, paranoia sets in: the killer looks just like the victims we've seen in old newspaper clippings—babysitters draped in blood-red shower curtains, cheerleaders with scissors in hand, campers whose tents conceal more than marshmallows.
This stripped-down British horror ride rides the razor's edge between gory grindhouse and witty meta-commentary, using the inmates' own mythologies against them. Higgins crafts a grim, black-comedy playground where morality is as slippery as the ice-cold corridor floors, and every new scream might be the last act of a performance no audience ever signed up for.