Fictional Ed Gein

 


     So, the first thought that came to my mind after finishing the Monster: The Ed Gein Story on Netflix was: "What the fu*k did I just watch?” Lol. I liked Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer story (the lead actor here was great) from the same creators, and I like serial killers, er, okay, I have to rephrase it, I like documentaries and movies about serial killers (and infamous criminals, in general), but this, this series about Ed Gein, it took so much artistic liberties, it’s a fictionalized account of Ed Gein’s life. You see, Ed Gein (who became infamous and notorious in the 50s) was a murderer and a body snatcher. He killed a few women and he dug graves of random middle-aged women (he had a fixation with his deceased mother), took their corpses home, dismembered them, skinned them, and made masks from their faces and lampshades and chairs and bowls and leggings and whatnot from their skins and bones. Horrific, right? But the series didn’t focus on his life and his crimes, instead, it focused on Ed Gein’s exaggerated influence on some Hollywood movies like Psycho, The Silence of the Lambs, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the killers in these movies were inspired by him) and featured characters that were either fictional or didn’t really exist in Ed Gein’s life (like the equally-deranged girlfriend, the unhinged wife of a Nazi commandant, etc.) and worse, the whole story felt sympathetic to Ed Gein. It’s like the series creators were telling us that, hey, Ed’s not really terrible, he's sick mentally, he deserves your sympathy.

     Jesus! He carved and collected vulvas from the corpses he took home. Yes, vulvas.

     The only reason I finished the series was because I have the habit of finishing every movie or series I watch, no matter how bad it is, in the hope that it would have some redeeming qualities in the end.

    Monster: The Ed Gein Story is the only series where I always made sure not to eat anything while watching. Lol. It's that gross.


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