The daughter of a Quaker went missing and when she was discovered the slit in her throat turned out to be the least damage done to her. Her killer, who name shall not be noted, could not bear the guilt and the horror that he had set. In the year to the day of her death, he walked into a police station and gave himself up and though he asked for execution the judge gave him life and the killer was sent off to Sing Sing to serve his sentence. Seventeen long years went by and the killer found religion and was sincere about it. He had changed and if he had ever been a psychopath, he was not one anymore. This story isn’t about him. Many more years went by and the authorities finally realized that it wasn’t a scam, that he did truly mean it, that he had truly repented and they decided to set him free. And he found himself a place to stay and he determined to live a simple, joyous life in the years now left to him. A simple, joyous life was not what was left to him. This went on for eleven fucking years till finally the killer went mad. And one winter night, while recalling a catholic tract he read that stated that the only people guaranteed a place in hell were not murderers, were not rapist but were those who had died at their own hands. The killer accepted such an idea as beautiful, for he knew that at least in hell the Quaker would not be there. So he cut his own throat open and the last thing that the killer ever saw was the old man take out a cut throat razor of his own, put it to his throat, and slice.
Favourite films of all time → 7 Psychopaths (2012)
“I’m sick of all these stereotypical Hollywood murderer scumbag type psychopath movies. I don’t want it to be one more film about guys with guns in their hands. I want it… overall… to be about love… and peace. But it still has to be about these seven psychopaths, so this Buddhist psychopath, he… he doesn’t believe in violence. I don’t know what the fuck he’s going to do in the movie.”
You can’t let the animals die in a movie…just the women
37/250: Seven Psychopaths (UK 2012) - Martin McDonagh
“The black chick from the serial killer killers. She fought good, but she’s the next to croak. Zachariah dies, too. He buys it. Dies in her arms. And they die and they’re old and mental, and so much in love. You know, it’s really sad.”
I’m sick of all these stereotypical Hollywood murderer scumbag type psychopath movies. I don’t want it to be one more film about guys with guns in their hands. I want it, overall, to be about love and peace. But it still has to be about these seven psychopaths, so this Buddhist psychopath, he… he doesn’t believe in violence. I don’t know what the fuck he’s going to do in the movie.
Sam Rockwell in ‘Seven Psychopaths’ 2012.