Directed by Keith Walley
Expectations: I don’t know. Not much.
Speck is of the rare breed of low-budget horror films that go the arthouse route. This is always shaky ground, because unless the filmmakers are very competent, “artful strokes” very quickly devolve into boredom and pretense. In the case of Speck, this is definitely the case. To be fair, Speck is made with some amount of skill, but its arthouse leanings never translated to any kind of meaning for the audience. I had lots of thoughts about the film while watching it, but instead of looking for insight into its murderous lead character, I found myself wondering more about the filmmaker behind it and why anyone would want to make this movie.
Speck seeks to dramatize a true story. On July 13, 1966, Richard Speck entered a Chicago home and one-by-one murdered eight student nurses who were living there. This brief description also serves as a plot synopsis for the film, as Speck is very much focused on this night and not much else. The film shows us the world from Richard Speck’s point of view, and it’s colored with hateful narration that informs us of his views on humanity and how we’re basically all worthless maggots. His victims are nothing more than women in a room in Speck — we know nothing more about them than Speck does — and their status as student nurses is only conveyed to us through some on-screen text as the film opens.
There’s something to be said for attempting to present a murderer’s story from his point of view, perhaps to gain insight into the perennial question of why someone would perform such atrocious crimes. But in order for this work, we have to want to get inside the character’s head. Speck made me hate Richard Speck as quickly as most films seek to endear a character to you. Richard Speck is deplorable, sadistic and absolutely ruthless, and at times, because of the film’s presentation, it almost feels like a glorification of his acts. I don’t think that was the intention, but I can easily see a like-minded individual watching this and having their hate-filled views reinforced and bolstered. Speck probably isn’t powerful or prevalent enough to spur deranged people to murder, but once again it makes me question why anyone would want to make this movie.
Regardless of this, these artistic choices should not be wholly discredited. I’d rather watch a horrid film that takes chances over a safe, bland one. When you consider how average and obvious a film with this kind of set-up could have been, you have to give director Keith Walley credit for crafting a unique film, even if you don’t like it (and I don’t know how you could like it). In the end, I’m still wondering why anyone would want to make this grimy, sadistic, hard-to-watch film, though.
Next time I get around to a Full Moon movie I’ll be looking at David DeCoteau’s Dr. Alien! See ya then!