And to make matters worse, I wasn’t even sure where I should post this blog because it’s spurred by a book, but I’m going to talk about movies and TV shows, but it’s also just a bunch of senseless babble… because of that last bit, I thought I’d put it here. So, there you have it.
Anyway… my point and I do have one…
More and more lately, I’ve discovered myself rooting for the wrong side of the fight. The crazy man, the psychopath, the serial killer. Why does this happen to me? I’m not even sure. When I watch shows like Bones or Supernatural, I’m solidly behind Seeley and Tempe or Sam and Dean. But when I start watching slasher films and reading thrillers? Sadly, I find myself wanting the bad guy to win.
Case in point: I just finished reading Impulse by Debra Webb. In this second novel, the serial killer mentioned here and there by Jess Harris in Obsession arrives in Birmingham, looking for Jess… Eric Spears is a bona fide crazy man, but for some odd reason, I liked him. A lot. Probably more than I should have. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that at least part of this comes from the fact that he’s described as being a blue-eyed blond who is excessively wealthy and always immaculately dressed. Why does this matter? Because it reminds me of one of my favorite actors (who loves playing serial killer roles it seems), Warren Kole. But also, because this description so perfectly fits his role of Wes Mitchell on Common Law.
Do you see my dilemma here?
So, while I know he’s a very, very bad man, I can’t help but giggle with glee every time he manages to elude the police. Is that bad of me? I don’t even know. And quite honestly, I’m not sure I care. Why? Because I’m immensely enjoying this series and I cannot wait to dig into book #3, Power.
There’s definitely some kind of missing connection in my brain, I think.
While watching The Following on Fox, I have mixed emotions. For the most part, I’m completely behind Ryan Hardy and the FBI. They are the good guys, Kevin Bacon is awesome, and Joe Carroll is a very, very bad guy too. And then they threw Roderick at me and all was lost. But then, it is Warren Kole yet again, playing that beautiful psychopath that he’s so good at. Even so, he’s not just a serial killer/bad guy/crazy ass… he’s a freaking sheriff too! Ooooh… my deluded little heart can’t take any more of this! Such conflicting emotions, has I! *loves the big bad very evil sheriff*
Wait… where was I? Oh, right. *coughs* Bad guys. It’s funny when I think about my adoration of these fictional crazies. A lot of people would say it’s the alpha-male thing, but I disagree. I also disagree with the idea that it’s a bad boy thing, as well. Alpha males turn me off. In the romance novels I’ve read, they always come off as bullying, pushy men with some kind of underlying issue of confidence. And bad boys haven’t ever been my thing, either. While they’re nice to look at, they’re not practical nor are they ‘safe’. Fun, yeah, I’m sure they are. But I’m not the excitable type. LOL
What I do think it is, as disturbing as this is to me, is the physical, hands-on aspect most of these serial killers have with their victims. They touch their victims, they maim their victims… it’s all rather intimate in a sickening Freud-gone-wrong sort of scenario. (Although, I have no doubt that Freud probably had his own opinions on this matter… he is the one who said a bite is nothing more than a sodo-erotic kiss after all…). In addition to that, most of these crazies psychologically torment their victims which, as a one-time psychology student fascinates me. The teasing, the taunting, the game playing… it all ratchets the suspense up a notch or two.
Or, maybe I need help?
Eh, I guess we’ll have to wait and see, huh?