"So, Morgan, who is your pick?
"Hottest female serial killer ever. That's a tough call."
"Kristen Gilbert had that whole boring thing going on that's kind of hot, but Myra Hindley had great style."
"She did. She really did. My vote is for Josephine 'The Clipper' Walker. Great bone structure, into personal hygiene, highly intelligent."
"Sounds like me."
"Cool. So I'm going to go out on a limb, as they say, and put my money on Countess Bathory, even though it's really hard to tell what she looks like."
"Well, you've always been into mystery."
"And yet I dated you."
So goes the exchange between the two women doing a podcast that forms the opening scene of Women Who Kill, a 2016 film, directed by Ingrid Jungermann, that I caught up with recently while watching a slew of romantic comedies for the film talks series I do each week in Manhattan during the summers. I say romantic comedy, because the film, yes, is that in part, but it's also what you might call a laid-back, though tense and suspenseful, thriller. The two women doing the podcast, Morgan and Jean, have recently ended a relationship, but they still work together and share an apartment together in Brooklyn.
Josephine Walker, one of their contenders for hottest female serial killer ever, is nicknamed "The Clipper" because of the toenail clippings she would take as souvenirs from her victims. When Morgan, at her food coop, meets a dark mysterious woman named Simone, she is enamored of her, and these two start a relationship. But as the plot unfolds, it becomes clear that mysterious Simone may, in fact, be using a false name and that she might be the daughter of Josephine Walker. At least Jean thinks so, though Morgan at first is convinced that Jean is warning her off Simone for reasons having to do with jealousy.
Ninety-one minutes and it's easy to find for streaming. You can't go wrong.