Another Disturbingly bad “original” from Netflix.
Spanish slasher thriller Killer Book Club wore its cinematic influences on its sleeve - so much that it almost felt like a mean-spirited parody. You’ve got scenes obviously copy pasted from Valentine, Scream, and I Know What You Did Last Summer. Additionally, the storytelling is skewed, the twists are obvious from miles away, and the acting performances further lowers the bar. Killer Book Club slumped early and never recovered.
Though the lighting and set designing gets my nod of approval, Killer Book Club should be written off your watchlist.