SPOILER ALERT: I watched this 90 minute film for 50 minutes before turning it off because there was absolutely no story. None. Did I mention this is a SPOILER? Nothing happened until a body suddenly appeared in the street and the lame, undeveloped characters hauled it into their lavish Beverly Hill home for some reason. SPOILER ALERT, if you haven't noticed. The only consistency is that the characters, like the director and writer, are young, spoiled, Swiss, and complaining to one another that they cannot write a film. This is an incredible irony, because they failed to write a film in real life. Is this some incredibly funny joke that only Europeans understand?
Review of Who Killed Johnny
