Probably the quietest, gentlest movie about a serial killer ever made -- which just makes it all the more unsettling. If
you weren't paying attention, you'd think this was a quaint little Jane Austen movie, with genteel men and down-on-their-luck women mingling in a drearily picturesque London, having each other for tea and saying witty things to their butlers. But, no, it's about a guy who kills women and buries them in his backyard. Jane Austen never wrote about that (but she should have).
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