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Let's be real: with a title like Detective Kien: The Headless Horror, I expected a wild, edge-of-your-seat ride. A gripping whodunnit, drenched in suspense, clever twists, and maybe a touch of eerie gothic flair. Instead, what I got felt more like watching someone assemble IKEA furniture with no manual-there's a vague sense of purpose, but mostly it's just confusing, awkward, and painfully slow.

The film follows Detective Kien, a man who is technically a detective, but operates more like a guy who read Sherlock Holmes once and decided he, too, could squint at things and call it deduction. He's our guide into a mystery surrounding a series of headless murders-cue dramatic music and a lot of close-ups of puzzled faces. The premise had potential: horror + detective noir + Vietnamese flavor? Sign me up! But somewhere along the road, the story took a wrong turn... and just kinda sat there.

From the jump, the pacing is sluggish. Scenes drag on like they're trying to reach a word count. Characters talk in cryptic riddles that seem deep at first-until you realize they're saying absolutely nothing. The dialogue is the cinematic equivalent of filler text in a school presentation: formal, stiff, and completely divorced from how humans actually speak. Every time someone opened their mouth, I braced myself-not for clues, but for boredom.

Detective Kien himself is supposed to be compelling. He's got the trench coat, the thousand-yard stare, and the backstory (a tragic one, of course). But charisma? Energy? Emotional range? Unfortunately, those didn't make the cut. Watching him solve the case is like watching someone try to remember their Netflix password: frustrating and devoid of excitement. He stares, he broods, he walks slowly-and somehow, things just happen around him until the case solves itself.

And don't get me started on the "horror" part. For a movie with "Headless Horror" in the title, it's shockingly devoid of actual scares. There's a few shadowy corridors, some generic violin screeches, and maybe one off-screen scream too many. The tension never builds-it plateaus immediately and stays there, like a heart monitor in a waiting room.

The cinematography, at least, tries its best. There are moments-brief flickers-of atmospheric lighting and eerie settings that hint at what the film could have been. But you can only light a scene so well before the lack of substance starts peeking through like a cheap ghost under a bedsheet.

Plot-wise, the mystery unfolds in a way that's less "mind-blowing twist" and more "wait, that's it?" The big reveal is less of a "gasp" and more of a "huh." The red herrings are painfully obvious, and the clues feel like they were dropped in by someone who's never watched a detective movie, ever.

By the time the credits rolled, I felt more relief than resolution. Not because the story wrapped up in a satisfying way (it didn't), but because it finally-mercifully-ended. Detective Kien: The Headless Horror isn't offensively bad. It's just... aggressively average. The kind of movie that makes you check your phone, then feel guilty, then check it again out of sheer self-preservation.

Final verdict?

This movie isn't headless-it's heartless. All style, no soul. A detective story where the mystery isn't "who did it?" but "why should I care?"