I don't know so much about this being a "brutal thriller" any more that I could assume that Wes Craven would have been proud of this (this was the last film he had any involvement in prior to his death). I, however, don't really find this to be "brutal." I feel like people that use this term in cases like this don't listen to metal. Although, that quote is from Fangoria... so maybe they listen to some weird metal I don't know about that specifically sings about white guys having henchman that are bald, refuse to wear a shirt or underwear, don't speak, and live in a weird basement room where he apparently didn't find enough woods porn to cover more than a small section of the concrete wall. Actually, that does sound kind of brutal...
The Girl in the Photographs revolves around a woman that has a stalker but doesn't know it. She only knows that there's something fucked up happening because she keeps finding photos of murdered females that the killer leaves specifically for her to find. He is also posing his "models" in similar poses as a famous photographer that came from their town. This photographer (Kumar from Harold and Kumar) decides to return home to find the photos and do a shoot for inspiration. He's a total dick sandwich with mayo, questionable mayo.
This is pretty much the whole film. I was bored as fuck. The ending was actually decent for TGitP but, in this case, the ends do not justify the means. If that were the case then this should've been done in a short film format and then I could go back to playing Dark Souls III.
I give The Girl in the Photographs 1 woods porn mag out of 5:
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