You Kill Me

YOU KILL ME is defiantly inappropriate, totally unapologetic about it, and pretty much fake in what I assume to be deliberate and self-aware fashion. There‘s no psychological back story about Frank or Lauren whatever, no monologues about their childhoods or previous bad marriages. When Lauren and Tom figure out what Frank‘s job is back home, it‘s no big deal. He teaches Lauren to kill, using a watermelon and a kitchen knife, in what would be the intimate ballroom-dancing scene of an ordinary love story. I guess when your older boyfriend is a hit man, you come away from the relationship with some real-world skills.