Are you ready for a satirical black & white pseudo-documentary (“mocku‐mentary”) about a serial killer? You may know this one as “Man Bites Dog,” but the original title is “C’est arrivé près de chez vous (It Happened Close to Your Home).” I wish I could say I find it disturbing, as I feel about watching Dexter... but I rather find this flick’s pitch black humor funny. Let me illustrate: the opening scene takes place in a train where a woman passes by a man, who strangles her with a string of some kind, they fall on the seats, she struggles in vain without uttering a sound, and then dies atop the man smiling. Okay, so you probably don’t find this funny, but if you do, you’ve just as sick a mind as I do!
The way the guy talks and keeps yapping with his twisted logic, then cheerful, then offended, boisterous and loud, grotesque and endearing! Heehee! For instance, he gets all worked up about urban renewal. “How can you design low-cost housing projects in total disregards of aesthetics?” he cries, going on about cosmetic cherry trees, and violently red bricks, “violence is the scourge of society,” he can’t accept it, “je suis désolé (I’m sorry),” he cries! Hahahah! He never stops talking, about poetry, pigeons and politics, art and recollections of younger days, music, money and murder. With increasingly chaotic violence he kills indiscriminately – and the members of the film crew become more and more involved, drinking and dining with him, helping him dump bodies, chase victims, and worse... Not your average light fare – sure no chick flick for a first date... Teehee!
The way the guy talks and keeps yapping with his twisted logic, then cheerful, then offended, boisterous and loud, grotesque and endearing! Heehee! For instance, he gets all worked up about urban renewal. “How can you design low-cost housing projects in total disregards of aesthetics?” he cries, going on about cosmetic cherry trees, and violently red bricks, “violence is the scourge of society,” he can’t accept it, “je suis désolé (I’m sorry),” he cries! Hahahah! He never stops talking, about poetry, pigeons and politics, art and recollections of younger days, music, money and murder. With increasingly chaotic violence he kills indiscriminately – and the members of the film crew become more and more involved, drinking and dining with him, helping him dump bodies, chase victims, and worse... Not your average light fare – sure no chick flick for a first date... Teehee!
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