One gets the sense that the innate wayfarer was too busy living life to stop to capture it on film. Then again, no one told me I wasn't supposed to start so directing so late. We watch, mesmerized, as a perplexed-looking reporter questions those who knew the killer. Invariably the comments lack depth or insight. Minus's director isn't so sure.
Cultures change their minds continually about what the reasons are for human beings' dark deeds.
Now all of a sudden there's pathology involved. We're continually confronted in life and in literature with inexplicable, inhumane acts. You might have dinner with the same guy who will later rape and piss on you and cut your throat. For instance, when it's encapsulated in an art form. I don't think you'd like to see a Francis Bacon come at you, but as a painting it's just wonderful.