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Horrific: DC Sniper Brags About Having Sex After Filming With Accomplice In New Doc
In I, Sniper, Lee Boyd Malvo speaks at length about the 2002 reign of terror he and his partner John Allen Muhammad led in the Washington, DC area, killing ten. Yet despite using audio clips of his phone calls as narration, Vice’s eight-part documentary series (which premieres May 10) is most notable for focusing on the pair’s innocent victims and on the countless friends, family and loved ones left to contend with. unthinkable tragedy. To its admirable honor, it is a real crime case that seeks to understand its “monsters” while acknowledging – and emphasizing – the fact that such an understanding does not require empathy, especially when the atrocities in question are. as inexcusably odious as these. Directed by director Ursula Macfarlane, Visiting Card I, Sniper is those phone conversations with Malvo from Red Onion State Prison in Virginia, where he is currently serving multiple life sentences. In them, the killer recounts, in demanding and frightening detail, both the sniper attacks he carried out at the age of 17 and the troubled upbringing in Jamaica that led him to the welcoming arms of Muhammad, a Gulf War veteran with a surplus. with rage and a desire to unleash him on his homeland. Abandoned by his father, abused by his mother, and ultimately left to himself, Malvo found in Muhammad a father figure who promised to love him as he loved his own biological offspring. From the start, however, theirs was a bond built on exploitation, with Muhammad becoming not only Malvo’s surrogate parent, but also his lover – as well as his mentor, pouring all of his long-standing hatred and resentment into the impressionable, desperate. The teenager for acceptance. The tragic end of the first great “madman” of the struggle Muhammad was numerous: he despised the military, the whites and almost all American institutional structures. However, he reserved his greatest enmity for the second ex-wife Mildred, who dared to take back her children after Muhammad kidnapped them. The loss of his (removed) brood seems to have been the proverbial match that ignited Muhammad’s murderous spark, and he quickly began to mold Malvo into his instrument of destruction. Friends and relatives suspected that something was wrong with their relationship, but no one foresaw what was to come: the cold-blooded murder of Keenya Cook, the niece of Mildred’s friend in Tacoma, Washington, followed of violent robberies, shootings and murders in Arizona. , Louisiana, Alabama and Georgia. All of these initial acts were but a test for Malvo and Muhammad’s grand scheme in Washington, DC, the epicenter of American power, and therefore Muhammad’s favorite place to sow fear in the heart of the republic by proving that everyone was vulnerable – even What happened was a 22-day nightmare in which 13 people (white and black, young and old, well-off and working class) were shot dead, 10 of them fatally, in Washington, Maryland and Virginia. Because the intention of Malvo and Muhammad was to terrorize more and more, each victim was chosen at random from gas stations, street corners, and parking lots providing the killers with ideal vantage points and avenues to explore. easy evacuation. They committed these crimes in a custom 1990 blue Chevrolet Caprice, with Malvo lying in the trunk and shooting through the rear keyhole. It was a stealth plot, and the two took advantage of the fact that an early eyewitness said they saw a white box truck near the scene – sending police, for most of the next three weeks, to chase after. of a wild goose during the wrong vehicle. In the absence of other ballistics-related leads, the police were blocked, which proved to Malvo that Muhammad was right: no one could stop them from taking revenge. The question, of course, is revenge for what? Me, Sniper connects the dots of Malvo and Muhammad’s troubled past and despicable gifts from 2002, but no convincing argument is made that Muhammad – the mastermind behind this madness – suffered losses that were not of his own accord. . Whether it is his unbalanced military tenure, marital madness, or his transformation from Malvo into an assassin, Muhammad appears as a man angry at things that were his fault. As for Malvo, his cold, clinical recitation of his murderous conduct (and allegations of remorse) neutralizes any grief one might feel for his teenage struggles. His current qualms are far too little, too late, just as his own self-victimization of Muhammad sounds like a precise yet insufficient explanation. He knew that slaughtering men, women and children was terribly wrong, and yet, in order to maintain Muhammad’s affection, he actively and enthusiastically chose to do it – and even got a thrilling kick, as he explains that after filming sex with Muhammad was exceptionally exciting. Malvo and Muhammad’s outburst of “chastisement and punishment” was unforgivable; As Montgomery County Police Chief Charles A. Moose says, “There is no excuse for their behavior. Not at all. ”To emphasize this point, I, Sniper constantly juxtaposes memories of Malvo with prolonged and heartbreaking interviews with the wives, brothers, aunts and friends of the duo’s victims, as well as some of those who have. survived their encounters. These stories prove to be vital, providing a close-up and personal view of the anguish and trauma that Malvo and Muhammad caused, and the lingering scars left by that ordeal. They are the human face of this terrible story, stricken with grief, regret, guilt and fury for senseless crimes that stole them from loved ones who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. 911 calls, illustrations written by Malvo, maps and discussions with patrollers, detectives, journalists and medics, I, Sniper is complete enough to deserve the “definitive” description. Yet more than his insight into the mind of his j one subject – and, by extension, Muhammad, who was executed in 2009 by lethal injection – what separates him from much of the real crime pack is his stubborn refusal to forget the real, incalculable. horror at the center of its story. Malvo is frequently heard but never seen, while the faces of his victims and those of Muhammad (and their loved ones) remain in the foreground. This directorial decision is critical and laudable, allowing the series to pay a proper tribute to those who deserve to be remembered, while keeping its central villain largely faceless, in the dark and out of sight, where he chose to live and kill with his murderer. mentor, and where he will stay now for the rest of his life. Read more on The Daily Beast. Get our best stories delivered to your inbox every day. Register now! Daily Beast Membership: Beast Inside delves deeper into the stories that matter to you. Learn more.