While 1998 saw its share of inexplicably lengthy, awful major releases (Godzilla, Armageddon, Meet Joe Black), the year also saw plenty of similarly terrible films that at least had the decency to last fewer than 85 minutes (Halloween: H20, A Night At The Roxbury). In a way, the latter group of films, which also includes the new Office Killer, offers the audience a sort of illicit deal: "Sure, we may be awful," these movies tell their audience, "but at least we know we're awful, and if you see us, we'll let you go 15 or 20 minutes early so you can get on with your life." Although it runs a mere 83 minutes, Office Killer, photographer Cindy Sherman's disastrous debut film, still seems at least an hour too long. Carol Kane stars as the title character, a mousy office worker who turns into a bloodthirsty killing machine after the company she works for starts downsizing its long-term employees. Clunky and obvious as a social satire—the fact that Kane and company work for a magazine called Constant Consumer is about as sharp as it ever gets—and glacially paced and suspense-free as a horror thriller, Office Killer is like a pretentious, below-average episode of Tales From The Crypt. Of the film's unremarkable cast, only Molly Ringwald as a bitchy office tramp really stands out, while the teaming of an embarrassingly over-the-top Kane and inexplicably employed bad actress Jeanne Tripplehorn is every bit as depressing as it sounds.