Aileen Wuornos: The Selling of a Serial Killer

This film, and Broomfield's follow up, should be viewed by anyone who wants to reexamine their feelings about capital punishment. Wurous is abused by everyone, obviously at least half mad, and in a state of terror at being incarcerated. A ghoulish group of hanger ons try to exploit her at every turn (interestingly, the lawyer is given a questionable reprieve in the sequel) and even grease her path to the electric chair. The system to takes a crack at exploiting her "fame."

Some dismiss Broomfield's work as egocentric and cheap shot ridden; I find it honest and actually quite compassionate. I think he was derided for presenting an unflattering portrait of the then in vogue Courtney Love. Well, looks like he was right on that one too.

This is, I think, his strongest film. But see the sequel too; one the grim jokes turn themselves inside out.

A person may kill out of hatred, meanness, apathy, anger, or desperation. Whatever the reason, murder can never be tolerated except as an act of self defense. But what can we say about someone who repeatedly puts herself in dangerous situations, and then not once but seven takes a life, each time claiming that she had acted in self defense? As even she complains, it's all in the numbers. That she had a miserable life, with a long history of neglect and abuse, is doubted by no one. That those whom she killed were mean and loathsome toads who cared nothing for her, and would have taken her life had she not murdered them first, is also arguably true. But she kept putting herself in such situations repeatedly, anyway, and that's where her claim for self defense seems absurd.

The documentary portrays her as angry at the world, yet relentlessly addicted to bad advice from others who seek to exploit her for their own selfish reasons. First she listens to a nincompoop "Christian" lady, who convinces her that Jesus will forgive her sins if only she admits to all her crimes in court. So she does, only later to realize the stupidity of such advice. Similarly with legal representation. Going from bad to worse she listens to a worthless narcissist more interested in his own career than saving her life. For all involved, she is worth more dead than alive. Her life would end in the electric chair, while the audience would be eating popcorn and watching the Hollywood version of her story.

The deeper question, however, is how did this woman become a killer in the first place? What is it about our culture that we turn a blind eye to poverty, neglect and abuse, yet we blame those who act out their frustrations through anti-social behaviors? Given her background, why should we be surprised that she turned out as she did? Her life meant nothing to anyone until she went over the edge, and then it only meant a story to be exploited for profit by others. There are flaws in this documentary, to be sure, but a very sad story it yet remains.

The movie jacket claims this film is along the lines of Michael Moore's Roger and Me and Errol Morris' The Thin Blue Line, I wouldn't go that far. This film uncovers the injustice Aileen received throughout her legal process, but it was lacking stylistically. The lighting was poor, unnecessary pauses distracted the viewer from the content of the interviews, and the editing could have been cleaner. Regardless of these stylistic faults, the film's subject matter carries the film, that and Wuornos's chillingly perceptive outbursts in court. This woman's story--told correctly--is a valuable lesson to Americans and brings to light the need to reform the criminal justice system, which for Aileen, was corrupt on every level.

Why is it that Aileen Wuornos wasn't even the biggest monster in this documentary? She killed a few men, yes, and there's no getting around that, but her attorney, Steve Glazer, and her "adopted parent" Arlene Pralle, were absolutely despicable. I can't believe I watched a documentary about a serial killer and I was angriest at the killer's attorney and new found friend.

This titillating, albeit a bit amateurish, documentary focuses on the greed surrounding Aileen Wuornos, alleged killer of seven men in Florida. You may have seen her portrayed in the movie "Monster" for which Charlize Theron was awarded an Oscar.

The two worst people in this documentary, as I mentioned, were Steve Glazer and Arlene Pralle. Steve Glazer was a musician turned lawyer and he was bad at both. Except if you're bad at music people can boo you off the stage or turn your demo off. If you're bad as a criminal defense attorney your client gets put in the electric chair as Wuornos was. Steve Glazer spent the entire documentary smiling and singing as though he didn't have a care in the world. It was all too vexing to see his smug, self-righteous, predatory face every shot with a s--- eating grin, singing a stupid song, or justifying his pathetic lawyering.

After him was Arlene Pralle. She looked like a missing member of the Manson Family. She looked utterly vapid and vacuous, and she had a voice to match. In all of her Born Again wisdom she convinced Aileen to plead no contest which was tantamount to pleading guilty. She and Steve ushered Aileen to death row as though they were doing the Lord's work. If that didn't make her repulsive enough, she also sought to make money off of Aileen like many others had. She was a horrible human being and she was too dumb to know.

We didn't get to see much of Aileen that wasn't archived footage. It would've been nice to hear her fully explain what she'd been through and what she'd done. No one will ever know the complete truth, but I'd like to hear from her a lot more than the slimy people she found herself attached to.

"Aileen Wuornos: The Selling of a Serial Killer" is a disturbing documentary in which no one comes out in a positive light: not the police, not the lawyers, not the judges, not the media, certainly not Aileen Wuornos and not even the filmmakers.

This documentary by Nick Broomfield is unfocused, and the filmmaker and his small crew are often part of the saga. It paints a rather grim picture, where police are more concerned about possible movie deals than arresting the right person (although they did have the right person, almost by accident), where lawyers are slime buckets even when masquerading as laid back rejects from the '60s and '70s "flower power" era, and where people who claim to be spiritual and doing "God's work" come out looking no less mercenary or self-serving than anyone else (well, except maybe the killer and the sleazy lawyer).

Filmmaker Broomfield doesn't give us nearly as many facts as you might expect - and in this case, even wish for - in a documentary of this type. Much of the film consists of him traipsing around with his small film crew, trying to convince somebody to talk to him. He seems often to miss the point, and doesn't ask the most relevant or probing questions. I never could decide, while watching this film, how much of that was on purpose, for effect, and how much was just him not doing a very good job. It does add to the overall dark impression in the film, that few people really know the truth, know what's going on, and that fewer still care...

Interesting in places, disturbing in others, downright scary if you come out of this believing this is how the criminal justice system works (or not) in this country, Broomfield's film is certainly thought provoking, if somewhat confused and lacking focus.