Part of the popular culture and practical discussion regarding the motivations of serial killers suggest that the victim of the crime is a substitute for the person that the killer truly wishes dead but for some reason is unable or unwilling to eliminate.
The abusive parental figure, the controlling domestic partner, other miscellaneous condescending authority figure.
Neurological, psychological, and temperamental ingredients gather inside the individual that chooses to destroy the surrogates over and over again.
What would be at the other end of this sort of personality and behavior? Would it be a serial confessor? A serial worshipper? A filmmaker, painter, or writer who, for whatever reason, is unable or unwilling to forgive, apologize to, reconcile with, or confess love to the true recipient of such communications? Instead the artist opts to create and recreate characters that must relay a heartfelt message by the end of the film, the edges of a canvas, or end of a book.
Pride, shame, guilt, or death prevents this artist from telling the real person. The only option is to have fictional messengers deliver a non-fictional sentiment over and over again. It certainly gives proponents of Auteur Theory one more layer to lick.
Detour: Happy July 4th to all Americans who may be reading this entry.
I saw Seeking a Friend for the End of the World (Lorene Scafaria , 2012) today. Branding and product placement: Lucent Technologies office phone, Dunkin Donuts t-shirt, Toyota hybrid Prius, blue Smart Car. I will be buying it on DVD upon release.