I know that I have committed several sins for seeing this arthouse indie-the tabloids have run all over I'm Watching and its filmmaker. If film is a reflection of the creator's soul, then this movie provides a certain importance. The family of his victims must have thought so. They have completely opened up to the showing of the film, producing some of its distribution.
I think they know that this tragedy will never disappear and that by limiting some of the movies distribution, they've kept a certain seriousness to the film.
You have two levels to this movie. One, a man who was of the utmost evil, commiting crime and, instead of keeping mementos to his crimes, he kept videos. However, he did not film the horrific murders or their aftermath.
He filmed his victims as he stalked them. He used various cameras and angles to get an understand of the individuals, sometimes returning to their favorite haunts and filmming books they read or places they sat and ate.
But a narrative, intentional or not, began to develop as the auteur lended his own voice to the motion. He made comments with the eye of a crime-scene investigator.
It is this voice that makes this better then any horror movie. It has nothing to do with the violence or the consequence. The horror comes from within.
For he sounds so normal.
Today's journal is a tiny review of a movie that never existed.
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