This serial killer film is pure genius. Even the most die hard fan of the genre will find it hard to figure it out before the film is over.
Bone Daddy, is the title of a book, written by a retired pathologist within the film itself, who reflects on his days as a famous and brilliant forensic scientist. His book is about a serial killer who removes bones from his victims... while they are still alive. The son of the author of the book is also a pathologist, younger, but brilliant, and in constant dispute with his father.
With his father a prime suspect, (being the writer of the book), he sets out to find the Bone Daddy. One wonders, as the film proceded, if it is possible that the son is the killer, or his father, or both of them.....or the cop in charge of the investigation, or that creepy guy who got his copy of the book autographed in the bookstore, or that old friend of the family.
This film absorbed me, not least because it gave me all the evidence I needed, and from the begining of the film, you know who it is.......but at the same time, the film is filled with potential suspects. White males aged 25 to 45 with a morbid interest in forensics and pathology and psychology, are plentiful. Hence, we have a number of brilliant minds working to solve the case and find the killer......and consequently any number of potential suspects.
At the end of the film, I shouted "of course! I knew it!, it was him all along!"
But up until that point, I had only my suspicions. If you can figure this film out before the end, then you must either be a genius, or unhealthilly interested in the genre lol.
Probably the most intelligent mystery film ever made.