At times it was hard not to let yourself get sucked into the idea that this was a documentary. Much of the story and acting and scenery is believable as such. Only when one murder scene had me cheering the murderers when they wasted a jerk who was ripping them off -- and rude about it to boot -- did the idea that this was a fictionalized movie sink in. Several of the audience left at this point. Now I would never do something like that to anyone, nor would I cheer a real murder, but this film had me identify and empathize with the hero/victim so much that I took his side in this, if only in part to lessen the increadible tension the director developed. This is as close a real life depiction of a real life serial killer that I have ever seen. It also reinforced my opinion about judging someone before walkining a mile in their shoes (esp if the judging involves death) Most viewers couldn't stand to watch 90 minutes of Henry's life, much less live a day of it.
Review of Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer
