DigitalRevenantX7 CAUTION: Plot spoilers present.Freelance photographer Max Oliver is mourning the death of his brother Ric, who was also in the photo business. Soon Max finds his life invaded by a mysterious figure who is searching for some negatives that implicate the local senator John Kane engaged in an illicit tryst with a prostitute. As the psychopath – revealed to be Kane's psycho brother Luther – frames him for murder in an attempt to force him to hand over some negatives, Max finds a roll of film in his late brother's motorbike & upon processing it discovers that the negatives not only implicate John Kane for his affair but Luther for secretly killing the hooker & dumping her body into a dam.Killer Image was a cheap Canadian B-thriller made in the early 1990s under the tutelage of producer Pierre David's Image Organization production group. The film stars Michael Ironside as a psychopathic killer whose attempts to procure some incriminating evidence of his involvement in some murders comes unstuck when he messes with the brother of one of his victims.As far as cheap thrillers go, Killer Image is something of a disappointment. The opening scene works well enough although could have needed some exposition in order to let viewers understand what is going on. Afterwards, the film gets stuck with second-rate (& not particularly convincing) thriller mechanics. It is never made clear why Ironside's character murdered the hooker since the senator was planning to marry her & why he is trying to frame the photographer for the murders.On the acting front, the actors give decent performances. Michael Ironside is at his best as the sharp-suited killer although he finds himself unstuck by the poor writing & poor characterisation of his character. M. Emmet Walsh gives the film what little dignity is deserves as the senator brother.

jonathan-577 Dion put me on to this as an example of a Canadian film - Copper Mountain was the other, and this belongs in its ignominious company - where you just can't understand how it ever got the green light, in this case from Telefilm not to mention M. Emmett Walsh's agent. Did anyone read this script before signing off? Was it a gesture of equanimity to our Alberta friends? I'm serious - they should have changed the end credits so they read, "Any similarity to actual human behavior is entirely coincidental." I am all for illogic and rejection of conventional narrative values, but you can't have it both ways - cat-and-mouse procedurals have to make SOME kind of sense. I don't even know where to begin - there should be a drinking game (or screen writing course) based on this movie's plot holes. I'll just pick a couple at random. A) In the first scene (the first scene!!), the guy snapping photos of Michael Ironside dumping the body sees he's been noticed - and reacts by riding his motorbike directly TOWARD him and onto the main road, the better to be killed. As he's being shot at, with no cover, he hops off the dirt bike to take another picture, falls back like he's been shot, then climbs back on the bike like nothing's happened. B) When the guy's ladyfriend yells into the phone "Wait there - I'll be right over!" he doesn't wait there and she is not right over - although both their lives depend on it. C) Unless I'm missing something, the dead guy's photo studio is accessed both by freight elevator and ground-floor loading dock. The first time our hero walks in, it's by elevator, going up....from where?? D) The master assassin Ironside, who helpfully provides his target with his given name, tries to frame him by scattering about some polaroids of our hero in apparent acts of murder. Hint: when framing somebody, do NOT encourage the cops to question why there was a third party in the apartment snapping photos. E) In the climax, Our Hero gets back at Ironside by taking polaroids of HIS murder in progress and leaving them around the forest, where he can't possibly find them all, so someone will find them and justice will be served. First of all, says who? Second of all, what if it, like, rains - polaroids don't like that too much. Third of all, Our Hero has no way of knowing about the polaroids Ironside left at the scene, so where'd he get the idea? Fourth of all, after being beaten senseless and near death, Ironside goes for a stroll and finds all the polaroids anyway - so much for that plan! ...okay, that's enough to give you the flavor, with the additional note that there's no reason Ironside shouldn't just stroll in and shoot the guy in the head at his first opportunity. Only then there'd be no movie, would be the conventional response. In this case though, that would have been a positive thing!

groolovescia If you love Michael Ironside, you'll love Killer Image. If you hated this movie, you must not like Michael Ironside or Canadian films.He plays a hit-man for a senator, his brother. He ends up having to execute the senator's secret girlfriend, and gets caught in the end. Of course the sexy Ironside, ever so the bad guy in this film, gets killed. Be careful when you go into the Canadian woods...He dresses to kill and makes me hot. Damn, I'd get banned if I told you all what Michael Ironside does to me every time I see this movie.Yeah, some of the film is disjointed, but it does have a plot. It is a Canadian film, so it has an edge American films do not. Michael Ironside looks so dangerous and sexy at the same time.This movie has violence and sex in it too for all you sickos. Enjoy.

TalkToMe Why is it that Canadian-made movies are so wooden?The script of this movie has potential but it just doesn't work. I think it may be the editing. There is no pacing. The scenes just move along without any buildup of tension.The movie includes two experienced actors, Michael Ironside and M. Emmet Walsh, with Ironside taking the lead as the anti hero.Nothing really happens to make the movie interesting. The hero, John Pyer- Ferguson is unimpressive; the dialogue is boring and the plot is predictable and moves like molasses. Even the color was washed out.I started to watch this movie on the late show and got so bored that I ended up surfing the Internet at the same time and felt that I missed nothing.