You Might Be the Killer (2019)

You Might Be the Killer is a slasher that knows exactly what it is and, better yet, knows what you are: a viewer who’s seen the rules, heard the warnings, and still wants to be surprised. The movie’s special trick is turning a panicked phone call into a gleefully self-aware mystery, with Fran Kranz selling the dread and confusion while Alyson Hannigan, as his horror-obsessed lifeline, keeps the whole ride buoyant, sharp, and genuinely funny. It’s brisk, witty, and satisfyingly splattery, the kind of camp-set carnage that winks at genre clichés without leaning on them as a crutch. If you’re squeamish about gore or prefer your horror played dead-serious, it may not be your bag—but if you like your scares with a grin and your slashers with brains, this one earns its place by the campfire.

You Might Be the Killer wants to be a loving slasher send-up where the “final girl” rulebook and a long-distance phone call become the survival strategy, and that meta setup is genuinely fun on paper. In practice, the jokes and genre riffs land unevenly, so the movie can feel broad, repetitive, and a bit shallow even as the body count climbs. The gore is not shy, so if you’re squeamish or hoping for clever mystery tension over splatter, this will test your patience. Still, Fran Kranz and Alyson Hannigan have an easy charm together, and if you’re in the mood for a lightweight, chatty horror-comedy rather than a sharp or scary one, it can be a decent late-night watch.