This is a disturbing, thought provoking, fanciful (in a dark way) movie that raises many questions and doesn't give all of the answers. Why does a killer, kill? Why does someone want to die. The reasons are many, of course, The protagonists in this film are both reacting to a trauma in their lives. Although they follow different paths, an accident? brings them together and the story takes shape.
The acting is wonderful and I loved the cinematography. The music suits the different moods and places. The dialogue is sparse but meaningful. I thought of at least 3 different ways for the story to conclude. The ending is not the one I would have chosen but is certainly plausible within the bounds of what has happened. I'm certainly going to watch this again and this time with other people so we can discuss after and perhaps even during the movie.

I liked this more than I anticipated. The acting was solid, and I cared about the two primary characters. This is better than many Hollywood major motion pictures. The topic of suicide and depression is hard to pull off as entertaining, and this was entertaining.

If you tried to extrapolate the number of people employed in various jobs by the number of movies made about those professions, you’d think that there are far, far more hit men in the working population than, say, plumbers, engineers, dental hygienists, pharmacists….

It seems that every fourth or fifth movie made is about hit men, hit women, hit teams and secretive organizations of hit people. What is it about one of the world’s smallest clubs that so fascinates film makers? My guess would be that screenwriters, fuming about producers and directors rejecting their scripts or letting other people rewrite them or disrespecting their years of labor, love to fantasize about hiring a hit man to mete out rough justice.

Anyway, when I saw the precis about “The Suicide Theory”, I would have clicked on deeper into Prime’s rabbit hole. But I’m lazy. Also, it’s Austrailian. Sometimes Aussies have a more interesting take on stuff. Even on the old hired killer trope. What’s it going to be this time? Hit man trying to retire but he has to do one last Big Job? Hit man develops feelings for his target and can’t bring himself to do the job, so he has to go on the run and strike back at his bosses who are now trying to kill him? Hit man develops a belated conscience and struggles with his past? Hit man is targeted by another hit man and they have a duel of wits and guns?

In the event, of course, “The Suicide Theory” is only marginally about murder for hire. Hit manning is just the framing device, but what we’re looking at here is fate. The inescapable coils of destiny. The way seemingly random, unrelated events send the two characters irrevocably into each other’s lives and deaths. Like quantum particles entangled, whatever happens to the one changes the other because of a moment’s unthinking violence on one man’s part and the other man’s reaction to that, neither man starts even knowing of the other’s existence. An interlocking Catch-22 situation. It’s pretty cool. Fate.

Gloucester puts it like this: “As flies to wanton boys are we to th’ gods. They kill us for their sport.”

And “The Suicide Theory” isn’t half bad, either. Gloomy and dour and laden with misery, sure. But in a gritty Oz sort of way. No big names (at least not on this side of the ocean) but good performances in what’s essentially a two person play with a few peripheral characters. There are a few moments of mordant humor, but it’s a pretty grim affair.

Steve Mouzakis and Leon Cain are our players, two faces you’ll probably recognize only if you’re up on TV shows and small movies on the international circuit. I don’t mind small movies with unknown casts; at least you don’t get the “Hey! George Clooney!” effect where you’re jolted out of the movie by big star recognition.

More philosophical examination than thriller, “The Suicide Theory” is way better than I’d expected going in. Not just another routine hired killer outing, it’s kind of deep, or trying to be. Regarded as either a clever puzzle picture where the pieces come together in the last reel, or as a brooding meditation on how one bad act leads inevitably to another, it’s diverting. I liked it.

I really just happened upon this as a 'next' after having just watched another movie. I was too lazy to look for something else on this very rainy and dark day here in December so, I just decided to watch it and boy, am I glad I did. It turned out to be an awesome movie with two main characters equally likable, and I equally felt sorry for both of them. The end was perfectly justified. When a story keeps my mind engaged long after I've read or watched it, to me it's a great story. This one is doing just that, keeping my mind engaged.

Great casting and acting and presented in a really interesting way. It speaks of fate or on more simplistic terms, six degrees of separation. To avoid any spoilers for those giving Suicide Theory a shot I'll keep this very brief. But the film is deep for those that have the perception to grasp it and how its message applies to everyday life. 5*

Guy pays other guy to kill him believing that something "weird" is keeping him alive because his previous attempts to end his life have ended in failure. Jumps off a building, gets shot 3 times, then once in the head. Not once do they consider decapitation. Stupid beyond words.

Guy pays hitman to kill him. Must be surprised when killed as part of deal. Hit man shoots him point blank in the chest. Next sees same guy falling from a building into his car. Shoots him point blank 3x in the head. Learns later guy still not dead. Hit man lounging around in gown wearing lipstick. Meets with guy again. Small talk. Hit man asks if he's ever been in love. Guy says yes. Describe the girl. 6' tall something else (who cares at this point) with a big c@ck. Yes. Now the guy coyly admits to being "gay" while the transvestite killer tries to explain awkwardly why it's ok with him. What a surprise turn of events from the progressive perverts in Hollywood. Just when we think the "stars" of Hollywood who give standing ovations to pedophiles and celebrate perversion like sacraments, while lecturing the rest of us on how we should live and vote, can't get any more "woke"; they once again descend to the challenge. It's become almost comically pathetic. Honestly, who do you know who would ever walk across the street to see one of these so-called "stars"', let alone liked them into your house or to be alone with one of your children?

Wow, pleasant surprise. After pleasant surprise, after pleasant surprise. Reminescent of "7 Pounds" or "Memento" maybe "Sixth Sense", not in subject matter necessarily but in how well directed and acted. Don't know who the lead dude is but he's good, and the supporting actor dude you'll recognize if you like flicks, can't remember his name. The Suicide Theory is worthy of 4 stars and Joe Mama doesn't hand out 4 stars lightly.