Hunter ᴴᴰ’s review published on Letterboxd:
Rupaul’s voice echoing in my head: If you can't love yourself How in the hell you gonna love somebody else?
The Honeymoon Killers is an American classic. It is America. Violent and seedy while remaining playful living up to it’s promise to be “incredibly shocking.” You hate these characters but you regretfully go along with them and understand a piece of them in yourself.
Inspired from the true story of the "lonely hearts killers", The Honeymoon Killers is a grainy spree of a lonely nurse seduced into crime by a con man who makes his living preying on lonely women. Shirley Stoler‘s performance might be in my top ten of female performances if I ever did an arbitrary list like that. There’s something unlike any film I’ve seen in the honesty of vulnerability and ruthlessness that makes me wonder which is worse the loneliness or love?
Can I get an amen?