Summary
A genuinely compelling premise makes Mrs. Serial Killer (Netflix) a much better showcase for Jacqueline Fernandez than the woeful Drive.
This review of Mrs. Serial Killer (Netflix) is spoiler-free.
Sometimes a film’s premise is good enough to grab you on its own, and such is the case with Mrs. Serial Killer (Netflix). New today, the original thriller directed by Shirish Kunder and produced, one assumes not at all coincidentally, by his wife Farah Khan, sees Sri Lankan model and actress Jacqueline Fernandez as a doting wife whose husband is charged with committing a string of heinous crimes.
This isn’t novel on its own, of course, but when Fernandez’s character develops the idea of staging a copycat spree to prove her husband’s innocence, we start to enter much more intriguing territory.
You might remember Fernandez from such films as Netflix’s utterly woeful Drive, but try not to think too much about that. This is a much meatier part better suited to her talents, and her already-substantial fan base will no doubt find a lot to like in what Mrs. Serial Killer is able to get out of her in terms of performance.
Treading rather trite thematic territory of love, loyalty, and how far one might go – all the while wondering both how far is too far, and how one is supposed to feel about it all when they cross the line – the engaging premise gives this unusual genre film an enticing edge.
