Gacy: Serial Killer Next Door

Gacy:-Serial-Killer-Next-Door
Gacy: Serial Killer Next Door

There isn’t much that I think requires an introduction for John Wayne Gacy, but I’ll do it for the sake of the argument at hand. Other than Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, Ed Gein, Henry Lee Lucas, and countless other serial killers, he is considered the deadliest serial killer in America’s history. Yes, THE most deadly. Ever.

It would seem that Pogo Murphy was truly the fetishized epitome of a serial killer. A normal-sized, well-built, and sociable man in his suburban home who loved his community and entertained them as Pogo, his clown alter ego, during events. Also a master at manipulating people’s views, he was mild in appearance but dangerous like a wolf in sheep’s skin, which is the case with the major players in the serial killing realm. Other than that, Murphy was a gay man who paid male sex workers to engage in violent role-playing scenes, which regularly included him handcuffing them. During the late 1970s, he killed over 30 young males and concealed the bodies under the crawl space of his house until the dark odor could no longer be tolerated. He was sentenced to death and executed by lethal injection on May 10, 1994, which was also the day Jeffrey Dahmer was baptized in the prison.

As far as I know, three or four films have been made inspired by John W. Gacy. And while at it, I can name two older films that I have watched so far which are based on the ‘killer clown’. The first one is To Catch a Killer from 1992, which is a two-part TV miniseries made on a shoe-string budget. This was created when Gacy was still alive, and he did not want to hear that a biopic was in the making about him. And the one and only cool thing here is that Gacy sent a letter to Brian Dennehy and asked him not to play him. Dennehy ignored it and, to Gacy’s relief, I suppose, the three-hour-long miniseries almost totally does not dwell on Gacy at all. What we are presented with is an utter waste of time where we have to witness a cut-and-dry police lieutenant tracking down a case for a long period of time and doing almost nothing in the process. It is actually Gacy who is almost a guest in the film and it is the most unimaginably monotonous and sickening thing I think David Fincher could have seen in his sleep if he had undergone a major concussion. I don’t understand how the majority can rate this one so highly.

Moving onto the next, we have Gacy who is to 2002, and Mark Holton who stars in the title role. If he had a few pounds less, he would look exactly like Gacy. Nothing more to say about this one other than it was a boring, unfocused mess.

The latest, or most recently completed, Gacy: The Serial Killer Next Door came outin late January trousers and airs his dreams. The work was written and directed by Michael Feifer why is no name needed to be mentioned in the same breath as Saul Goodman? Fortunately, judging by the trailer at least, this one seemed promising in a cringe way with many things that seem like they don’t belong Unfortunately, this is not too much to ask. It addresses a teenager Bobby from the title Suburban who happens to live across Gacy’s house. Bobby doesn’t like Gacy because he thinks something is wrong with the man his eyes see emerging from his house the young men who mysteriously never reappear. Even his bedroom cannot restrain him as he stares glee through the window spying on Gacy and goes ranting about this neighbor to much of his parent because he wants the police to investigate him. The parents however only dismiss him and never believe this sort of nonsense because he is just a stupid teenager who has watched a little too many movies.

The drama unfolds as Gacy realizes Bobby is aware of his true nature and Bobby has no other choice but to fight for his life and expose him once and for all.

Apart from the fact that this movie seems like a professional production, the strong and amateurish voices can be smelled all over as much as Gacy’s crawl space. It’s very low-budget and acted out with NPC voice lines that make actors sound like they’re huffing wet farts. Gordy, the movie’s main character, (Mason McNulty) does the best he can while his parents are ridiculous throughout. And for some reason, I had trouble concentrating on the obnoxious, large upper lips of the actress playing Bobby’s mother. I don’t wanna be rude but for god`s sake… Stop doing that plastic surgery boolshit!

We have some scenes to show where Bobby was with friends trying to convince them about Gacy, right after he has seen one of his so-called murders. And woof, the acting here is a cracker with some mad dialogues.

Is it? Really? Aww. Bobbe also has the balls and audacity to sneak into Gacy’s graveyard crawl space where he is alleged to have tried taking pictures of the scene for proof. Here are pictures of the most plastic skeletons lying around. These are the cleanest, fakes skeletons designed for hallowing props. I doubt the olice would find that very impressive.

The acting of Mike Korich as Gacy is the only positive thing around here. But that’s only on the surface. His other scenes where he’s in Pogo clown makeup and is laughing in a victim’s face are more comical and exaggerated than anything else and there is not much more character development to examine. Still, Mike Korich, or a great part of him, is the only person you would want to watch the film for, as at least he does look as though he is having some fun here. I am aware as well of what is attempted within the scope of Disturbia (2007) and The Summer of 84 spins, but it didn’t work out as the last part of the cinema was the most clichéd one. Not a very remarkable film, but very poorly done movies with just the right amount of funny-bad sequences to keep you occupied for however long it is. Nothing more, nothing less.

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