Seeing this Australian road movie/crime drama is like getting two films in one. Part of Kiss Or Kill thinks it's a next-level suspense film for the post-Tarantino generation, with colorful characters and a constantly twisting plot. The other half thinks it's Breathless, with self-aware editing and an unconventional love story. Unfortunately, the two movies never come together, and neither quite achieves its goal. Matt Day and Frances O'Connor play small-time crooks who find themselves in over their heads after accidentally killing one of their targets and obtaining a videotape of a soccer hero in bed with a young boy. Soon they're on the run, with the law, the soccer hero, and O'Connor's troubled past quickly catching up with them. Though considerably better than many young-lovers-on-the-lam films, Kiss Or Kill is never terribly exciting or even particularly interesting, and its stabs at importance—its name is taken from a Dylan Thomas poem, and there's a good deal of heavy-handed psychologizing revolving around O'Connor having seen her mother set on fire by a man—never seem earned. There is, however, a fair share of kissing and killing, as well as what's probably the first fondue-triggered psychotic episode in film history.