"This robbery has now become a kidnapping". Gee thanks. All I wanted to do was run interference with the woman who was having relations with my other half.
Anyway don't be fooled by this "floor" show (har har), Murder on the 13th Floor takes no prisoners when it comes to like-mindedness and solace. As a film from 2012 that I never knew existed, "13th Floor" is a trashy, violent, rather futuristic thriller that dares you to embrace the dissonance of it all. Minus some big boy production values, video surveillance monger Zeke Hawkins, and some A-lister-s, it's like something David Fincher or David Ayer would've done on holiday, with a loose budget, on a rough weekend, and with unbound reign.
"13th Floor", well it's the type of vehicle you would never admit to recommending, kind of like not letting your friends know you dig atomic chicken wings with extra sauce. Come on, own up to it! You embrace the cinematic hurt, it's so good. A rich, snobby businesswoman (Ariana Braxton played well by Jordan Ladd) finds out that her husband is cheating on her. What does she do? Well she keeps up the snobbery, hiring a couple of contract killers to break into her condo and off said hubby's mistress/nanny (Tessa Thompson as Nia Palmer).
Murder on the 13th Floor is directed by Hanelle M. Culpepper, a TV veteran of stuff like 90210, Criminal Minds, and NBC's Grimm. Culpepper builds tension throughout and at the same time lets you know that "13th Floor" is a rather glossy, merciless consequential soap opera. Just imagine an uncensored, Lifetime endeavor with a pseudo dystopian flavor, some cartoonish barbarity, some remorseless, "Boogeyman" characters, and a side of malice. "How far are you willing to go for what you want?" My thoughts exactly. Three on this "floor".
Written by Jesse Burleson
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