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Have a good cold season!

English speakers call this time of year with cooler nights leading up to Halloween “spooky season.” The cold season when the leaves blush, pumpkin lattes come alive, and horror movies creep into our couch potato afternoons, ideally under a blanket of ethical wool knitted by an eco-responsible company in Pointe-Saint Charles.

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It’s also the perfect time to revive the original 153 episodes of gilmore girls and possibly die of caffeinated tachycardia with Luke and Lorelai in Stars Hollow, under the gazebo.

Chill Season also coincides with the (fan-expected) release of the film. Hocus Pocus 2, Abracadabra 2 in French version, online on Disney+ since last week. The Sanderson witch sisters of Salem, played by Bette Midler, Sarah Jessica Parker and Kathy Najimy, brew potions, cauldrons and light themselves with the black flame of a very special candle.

But let’s not mix up our fall subtitles, okay? Let’s go back to Jean Coutu’s scary nights, night terrors and plastic bats. What better way to shake it off, safely, than a TV series about America’s worst killer, Jeffrey Dahmer, aka the Milwaukee Cannibal?

Especially since it’s Ryan Murphy (American Horror Story, Ratched), the master of television horror, who produces the ten episodes of Dahmeravailable in French and English on Netflix.

To make it very short: it is ordinary, long and nauseating. I made it to the fourth episode and that’s enough for me. You don’t need to see so many reconstructions of heinous murders to understand the “creation” of this deranged monster.

But if your heart tells you so, you should know that Dahmer don’t skimp on details blood. Cold drill lobotomy, dumbbell murder and electric kitchen knife evisceration, the episodes spurt blood and smell of putrefaction. It’s really disgusting, all these disgusting places shot in sepia tones.

Some scenes try to make us “understand” the human being who hides behind the sexual maniac bordering on the ridiculous. In the second episode, Jeffrey Dahmer steals a model from a clothing store, takes it to his bed and rubs himself on it while listening to the song. Please do not go by KC and the Sunshine Band.

Within an hour, Dahmer’s parents are divorced and his depressed, barbiturate-addicted mother leaves Jeffrey when he is just 17 years old. And what role does he play when Jeffrey’s emotional world comes crashing down in this flashback? Yes, Please do not go, bingo. So there is the origin of evil: in the abandonment of parents, as simple as that.

Subsequently, the responses return to Dahmer’s founding speech: he can no longer bear to be abandoned, all the time, by everyone, the poor. Cry me a river, as they say in Wisconsin.

Dahmer places great emphasis on the childhood of the psychopath, who drugged, killed, ate and dismembered 17 young people between 1978 and 1991. Several endless sequences show the young preteen Jeffrey training, encouraged by his father, to empty the insides of small animals, whose guts he grinds with a deviant sex drive (yes, we see Jeffrey jerking off as he reminisces about his macabre anatomy sessions).

The series evokes it several times, but it could have insisted more on this crucial aspect of the story: the blindness and partiality of the local police. Homosexual, Jeffrey Dahmer recruited his victims in gay bars, mostly black men or from marginalized communities. In the early 1990s, when a gay, poor, racialized person disappeared, it was not a priority, far from it.

On several occasions, the police came close to catching the Milwaukee butcher, but broke off the search because they feared contracting AIDS in Dahmer’s rotten apartment or didn’t give a damn about the fate of homosexuals. The episode that recounts the capture and murder of a 14-year-old immigrant teenager, who nevertheless managed to escape from the clutches of his torturer, is outrageous.

Most popular title on Netflix, Dahmer begins with the finale, the fateful evening that leads to the arrest of the sociopath. The script leaves no room for imagination.

Everything is said, everything is shown, like this human head deposited in the vegetable drawer of the refrigerator, this penis in the freezer or this large barrel of acid that gnaws through three human torsos. The episodes then follow an incoherent and repetitive timeline (forward, back, forward, back) that is mind boggling.

Since it was launched two weeks ago, Dahmer sparked several controversies. The relatives of the victims have once again clamored for the commercial exploitation of their traumas, we can understand them.

And there’s the whole debate around the glorification, humanization and sexualization of serial killers, whose ratings are skyrocketing with the rise of true crime shows.

By dint of seeing him bullied, disgusted and abandoned by his own family, we end up almost feeling empathy for Dahmer, that’s the most twisted and annoying thing.

It seems that Dahmer gains depth in the sixth episode. I don’t think he has the courage or the stomach to go that far.

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