Jemima

It is dangerous to allow a voice-over narrative to take the lead, because cameras tend to illustrate what is being expressed, rather than surprise with innovation.

The film starts well ("I always like to leave my men gasping"), but fails to follow through. A sexy girl murders her boyfriend with the minimum of fuss and then describes the business of disposal, with illustrations, explaining why she does it ("After a while, people get boring").

There is no explanation, no motive. Is she the black widow, devouring its mate? Is she a serial-killing manhater? If so, why? Does she despise the fact that when a guy looks at her, he's thinking only of one thing?

There is the potential for comic larceny here, but it suffers from a lack of ideas.