You are correct -It is gruesome. Now I clearly remember why I will never watch it again.
After some additional thought I feel that it is highly unlikely that he had an accomplice. If there was someone else there, why all the crappy, awkward filming, propping a table on the bed to rest the camera, oddly timed film cuts, etc? I would hope that if someone else was there tha between the two of them they would have created a more seemless and higher quality film. The only thing worse than his camera/filming skills are his editing skills.
People talk about other films having been more horrific and disturbing, but there is something about the lighting, music, anonymity of perpetrator, and passionless and mechanical assault that make this thing stick with you in the worst of ways. The film (and subsequent research) has burrowed its way into my mind like a parasite injecting its larvae, which are now invading every recess of my mind, body, soul. I feel like it has changed me for the worst, making me angry, suspicious, paranoid, and disgusted with society on so many levels. And disgusted with myself for watching it in the first place, and for continuing to feed it. I know, I know... I could stop following this case, but it's so damn interesting I haven't been able to. However, not so sure how many more sleepless nights I can handle.
I know that sounds intense, and of course it's a bit dramatic. Just trying to get my point across. Anyone else feel the same way?
