I reviewed the indie thriller/horror film Wichita at The Slaughtered Bird:
Trevor Peterson as Jeb initially comes off as a kind of bush-league Misha Collins (who is himself a bit bush-league, let’s face it), but he invests such a strange likability in the role that, despite all the horrible stuff that happens, you still want things to turn out okay for him. He’s awkward, twitchy, and vulnerable, but he has a manipulative, sinister side that makes him as frightening a villain as you’ll see outside of Mads Mikkelsen’s turn as Hannibal Lecter. The movie wisely puts him in just about every scene, even when he’s spying on the writers, which tends to normalize some pretty unacceptable behavior. He’s not good, he’s not the good guy, but he is the protagonist and there’s no movie without him.
Ah, but is the rest of the movie any good? Only one way to find out, and that’s by clicking!