The driving force behind the fictional "documentary" entitled "Interview with the Assassin" is an intimidating, portentous, volatile, paranoid performance by low-profile character actor Raymond J. Barry ("Training Day," "The Deep End"), playing a grayed, acrimonious ex-Marine sniper who claims -- now that he's dying of cancer and has nothing to lose -- to have been the elusive, legendary second gunman on the "grassy knoll," the real killer of President John F. Kennedy.
Barry induces goosebumps the moment he sits down in his sparse, TV-tray-decorated living room, in front of the digital camcorder of his nervous neighbor, an unemployed TV cameraman who was enticed by the man's quizzically vague promise to reveal a big secret that would make an even bigger story. "I don't wanna talk to the police about it. I don't want to go to jail. You don't show this to anyone until I say so," he fumes with preemptive menace. "Got it?"
The confession that follows is so disturbingly matter-of-fact that the man cannot be summarily dismissed as a crackpot. Finding out if his story is true becomes an obsession for the cameraman (Dylan Haggerty), and for those of us glued to the "Blair Witch"-style intimacy, immediacy and tension of the "raw" video footage that makes up the film.
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