Well, what do you think?
Why were there so many serial killer in 1970s California?
I don't know why there were so many then and there, but I have a couple of theories as to why the phenomenon abated, mostly on account of cable television and video games keeping the anti-social preoccupied. Also Roe V. Wade. Maybe it was the realization that after years of mass acceptance and internalization of counter culture ethos, people started realizing how irreversibly fucked their lives had become and just, like, freaked out, man. Some became Moonies, some took to hunting human prey. Different strokes.
It might have something to do with Reagan emptying the cali loonie bins, but I think that happened in the 80s. This would make a good grad paper or book if there hasn't been one already. Kinda like what Going Postal did with workplace/school shootings. I couldn't finish that book though.
but I fear that my knowledge is too limited to make an assessment of verifiable accuracy. I am inclined to suppurate forth all kinds of vague metaphysical mumbo-jumbo, stuff like the winner-take-all culture of America being distilled to an even more vitriolic concentration in its Happiest Place, the Fair West, such that the vast majority of losers are plunged to even greater depths of despair and depravity. To quote someone else, "Why does it always seem that Southern California is the place you go not to sell your soul but to trade it for nothing?" But it is probably mostly down to something as banal as population density. Serial killers are an infinitesimal proportion of the general population, but if you get a population rush into a given area you are natcherly going to have a few more serial killers. I'd guess the real population boom in CA would have been immediately post-WWII but I'd need to see some statistics. It's not anything I've ever really looked into. Also the modern media monolith was still kind of cutting its teeth at this period in time and serial killers were a new sensational trend to latch on to, but I am probably thinking that because I just watched ACE IN THE HOLE last night. As alluded to earlier in the thread I bet there were plenty of serial killers gooning around the countryside in the Depression era and earlier and nobody paid much attention because people were also dying from plenty of other causes and everybody was too worried about their own ass to try to parse out these trends on a broader scale. Personal deprivation has a tendency to make you give less of a shit about boogeymen.
but then I realized that Kirk Douglas hates the guy's wife so much because he knows that he is even worse than she is. Yes, she is a heartless, greedy bitch, but she didn't actually do anything to get the guy killed. Douglas knows this but doesn't want to admit it so he just projects all of his guilt on to her because she is a supremely easy target. Oh Billy Wilder, you sly Kraut. I completely understand why that movie bombed in 1952 or in any other year. Americans have never cottoned to Art that tells them frankly they are all complete shit.
I just saw Sorcerer. Great movie. Too bad it went against Star Wars. I went into it wonering about the title but I ended up really digging it. It's like the key to the whole movie. Only a Sorcerer could conjure so many obstacles. I would say it was better than Wages of Fear but I turned off that movie about ten minutes in because I wasn't feeling it. I should try it again.
WAGES is good but really slow. I feel like it's heresy, but SORCERER breaks the rule about big-budget Hollywood remakes of taut little foreign movies being crap. I love it because it is all about being scum who is ejected from your own country and having to bend all of your effort into nothing more ambitious than just surviving. It validates all of my philosophies about Life. I can only understand Life as viewed darkly through the crude prism of the cinema and in that respect, at least, I am a real American.
I aint that hip to this jive turkey shines you boys be broadcasting.
On the other hand, I will pay nickles, new shiny american nickles, to anyone willing to jot up a sillified essay about the link tween californie and the hunting and methodical, fetishistic slaying of human beings.
Don't scimp on the dune buggies.
"Christ, he hated California, or at least this coastal strip of it, this crowded stage where America kept trying out the future and promptly closing it, never letting it open for long on Main Street. And yet he could not bring himself to leave. It was like loving the meanest, gaudiest whore in the house. You got what you deserved.
But then that was more than a little specious, he knew, because he was indisputably one of them now, just another player indistinguishable from the evangelists and fire-worshipers, the pornographers and primal screamers. And his casual abuse of the schoolteacher only proved how well he fitted in."
Newton Thornburg, CUTTER & BONE, 1976





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