Movies don't get much darker than this story of a wife-killer who is 
      paroled after seventeen years of prison because a hot-shot film producer 
      pulls some strings for him. The movie mogul offers the convict an 
      important job on the outside - creating a screenplay from the play he 
      wrote about prison life.
    
  
 
 
 
 
      Not a good idea.
    
  
 
 
 
 
      Although "Joey One-Way" has a conscience and wants to become a better 
      person, he seems to have violence, heroin addiction, and betrayal 
      hard-wired into his DNA. Soon after his release he is having an affair 
      with the wife of the man who vouched for him. Shortly thereafter he is 
      shooting up some smack. He is obviously headed for a great tragedy of some 
      kind, but the shocking nature of the denouement may shock and surprise 
      even jaded viewers.
    
  
 
 
 
 
      The film pulls few punches. There are explicit scenes portraying life 
      in prison, including both forced and consensual sodomy. There are many 
      explicit sex scenes between Joey One-Way and the producer's wife, although 
      there is not as much female nudity as one might expect from all their 
      steamy encounters. There are also hot sex scenes in flashbacks involving 
      the young wife Joey killed so many years ago in a moment of uncontrolled 
      passion caused by her infidelity.
    
  
 
 
 
 
      Audiences may be extremely surprised to see that the complex lead role 
      is essayed by Gil Bellows of "Ally Mcbeal," who normally plays likeable, 
      intelligent, and sensitive characters in light dramas and dramedies. His 
      portrayal of the parolee is not without sensitivity, but Joey is not a 
      person you'd care to hang out with, and he has absolutely no moments of 
      lightness. He carries the weight of his past transgressions with him at 
      all times.
    
  
 
 
 
 
      KKFF is a brutal, bleak film which won some film festival acclaim but 
      has virtually no chance of a North American theatrical release because of 
      a certain NC-17 rating. Even if it could be trimmed a bit for an R release, 
      the size of the potential audience would be miniscule, despite the fact 
      that it is a very effective and powerful film, sometimes even a poetic 
      one, on its own ugly and 
      uncompromising terms. It's a feel-bad movie for the "movies as art" crowd, 
      and even many of them will find the film just too unpleasant in too many 
      ways.