The House That Jack Built

A unique serial killer film told subjectively from the killer's warped perspective, blended with a literal depiction of Dante's inferno. The latter is the best part but sadly is only shown in the final fifth of the runtime.

There is something off at the core of this movie. It has a Christian ethos which demands that all evil be a choice, so that we can feel righteous in punishing the perpetrators. If Jack's evil was a mechanistic result of mental disorder from childhood trauma, then punishing him would be like punishing a zombie for eating brains. So the film must pretend that Jack chose evil, crafting a strawman of a serial killer who we're supposed to find believable because of his unsmiling Germanic demeanor and a few pints of fake blood, as if it's tapping its temple saying "Maybe if he'd just smiled a little more and chosen more wisely he'd have gotten into heaven instead - ever think about that, Jack?" It's so out of touch with the contemporary scientific materialist worldview that it comes off as shallow and naive.