So Charlie spends much of the first part of the film just watching the others through binoculars and making vaguely bewildered expressions, as the victim turns out to be a little more difficult to kill than planned - the dentist keeps bungling matters, his wife keeps yelling at him, etc. Told in an interlocking three-part flashback structure (hello again, Quentin), the setup has Pegg’s Charlie Wolfe being hired to kill a bar owner’s wife (Alice Braga) only to discover that the woman’s sister-in-law (Theresa Palmer) and her dimwitted dentist husband (Sullivan Stapleton) are also trying to kill her as part of some elaborate insurance scam.
That would all be fine - after all, Quentin Tarantino does something similar, to great effect - except that this twisty-turny film seems too enamored of its twisty-turniness to give us characters we can latch onto. It’s a comedy thriller whose main joke appears to be that it’s playing everything straight, so that bits of humor are ultimately punctuated with people getting their heads blown off or whatever. (See also: Hot Fuzz.) But Kill Me Three Times doesn’t really toy with that dissonance it doesn’t really toy with anything.
#SIMON PEGG RED NOTICE MOVIE#
How do you cast Simon Pegg in a movie and then do virtually nothing with him? In the Australian film Kill Me Three Times, Pegg plays a ruthless, expert hit man - which seems like a stretch until you realize that part of the actor’s comic repertoire has been to portray characters seemingly ill-suited for him.
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