Inside the twisted world of Luka Rocco Magnotta

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The new face of evil

Paul Mason

Paul Mason knew the man simply as Rocco. Seeking to beef up his photographic portfolio, the 48-year-old Montrealer had placed an ad on Craigslist in April 2011, seeking models who would work gratis in exchange for free portraits. Soon, Rocco got in touch. Mason agreed to meet the man, who he understood to be a gay model, at Rocco’s apartment in the gentrifying southwest Montreal neighbourhood of Pointe-Saint-Charles. And so it was that around lunchtime on Saturday, May 1 of last year, Mason arrived at Rocco’s apartment, near the Charlevoix metro. Rocco “came out dressed in sweatpants, a tank-top hoodie, and a little bit of facial makeup on his cheeks,” recalls Mason. “The cheek thing was a little much. I said to myself, ‘Ugh, that’s going to be a little creamy on camera—but what the hell.’ I looked at the guy: a very chiselled face, not ugly, by any means. Quite dynamic looking.”

The foundation on his cheeks wasn’t his only idiosyncrasy. “He was speaking in this Russian, sort-of-little-bit-of-an-Eastern-European accent,” Mason says, imitating the Slavic cadence. “He maintained it all the way through. I had no reason to suspect it wasn’t real, but it did cross my mind: is this a real accent? It was just a little bit odd. I said, ‘Where are you from?’ and he says, ‘Half-Italian, half-Russian.’ I had no reason to suspect he was putting on a persona.” Over the ensuing hours Mason took dozens of outdoor shots of Rocco against an urban backdrop of brickwork and graffiti. “I said, ‘Okay, we’re going to do the first shot,’ and he said, ‘I’m ready,’ and I pointed the camera and he went boom: his face went 45 degrees to the side—like a robot, almost—and he froze: no smile, no nothing. Stone-faced. And I said in my head, This guy’s intense. These pictures are going to turn out nice. As freaky as he looks, they’re going to have some punch.’

Rocco mentioned modelling work he’d done in Europe and New York and the fact he had a child. His speaking voice was dry and monotone. When Mason felt he’d run out of things to shoot in the area, Rocco helped him carry his lighting equipment up the stairs to his apartment for an indoor shoot. “It was a mess,” Mason remembers of the place. “Sloppy. One room, a kitchenette, a bed, unmade, with a red bedspread.” A green couch in the room looked more promising. “I said, ‘This could be like a nice studio boudoir-type shot.’ ” They closed the shutters and set up his flash heads. “He said, ‘Do you want me on the bed?’ I said, ‘Yeah, sure, let’s start on the bed and we’ll do some after on the sofa.’ He got on the bed and did very laid-back, semi-sensual poses. Nothing erotic—there was no nudity or anything like that—and I shot away. And he maintained this cold face with no smile. There’s only one picture in the whole 90 pictures I took with an inkling of a grin on his face.

“Then he put on the black fake leather jacket and he looked very James Dean,” Mason says. “I even thought that before I knew he had a fetish for him.” Mason was happy with the day’s work, and spent weeks poring over the shots on his computer, whittling them down. He arranged to meet Rocco again to hand over some portraits; Rocco greeted him with that same Eastern European accent, and the two men shook hands. It was the last time Mason would see him until last Thursday. That day, at work, a colleague made a black joke about finding body parts in the trash. Mason had not yet heard of the grisly crimes that for the past week have captivated the world. “Ten minutes later my wife phones me. ‘Paul,’ she says: ‘It’s him! The guy you photographed last year. It’s him, I’m sure of it.’ ”

Eric Clinton Kirk Newman was born in Scarborough, Ont., on July 24, 1982; on Monday, nearly three decades later, following an intense international manhunt triggered by the discovery of dismembered human remains in Ottawa and Montreal, police in Berlin arrested 29-year-old Luka Rocco Magnotta at an Internet café. Wearing sunglasses, Magnotta had been alternating between surfing for pornography—some of it nude photographs of himself—and reading news stories about his alleged crimes back in Canada. There could be no more eloquent a summation of his brief odyssey in the public eye so far as that dual pursuit, hunched over a computer keyboard, a piece of equipment that for so long had been at the centre of his life. “You got me,” he told the arresting officers.

Newman, the kid from Scarborough, and Magnotta, the male escort, low-budget porn actor and aspiring reality-TV star, were one and the same man. But years of online self-mythologizing, plastic surgery, aggressive vamping and an aching for fame had transformed him: those high cheekbones, that practised pout, the perfection of that single cocked eyebrow—these were all choreographed with precision, calibrated to project maximum self-possession, designed to impress. None of it did. Magnotta had been shooting all along for Jimmy Dean; instead, it appears he developed into something foul.

The new face of evil


The story could not be more awful. It broke May 29 with the arrival, by post, of a severed foot at Conservative Party of Canada headquarters in Ottawa. The case thereafter developed according to a relentless, horrifying logic, forcing the daily newspapers to print front-page stories dispatched from a macabre alternate universe—here, suddenly, were pools of blood at the bottom of refrigerators, suitcases filled with headless torsos, unimaginably evil home movies. Now Magnotta is being held in a Berlin jail on charges stemming from the murder and dismemberment, in Montreal, of 33-year-old Jun Lin, as well as the sexual defilement of his remains. A computer science student at Concordia University who in photos sports a pleasantly goofy grin, Lin arrived from his native China last summer. Since August he had worked part-time at a depanneur no more than a five-minute walk from Magnotta’s former apartment, suggesting that the pair may have first met in the neighbourhood.

His slaying is widely seen in Lin’s homeland as racially motivated. If only it were that simple. His final moments were spent sometime between May 24 and May 25, tied to a bed and receiving furiously swift jabs with an ice pick to his abdomen; a video camera captured the scene, and on May 25 a home movie, titled “1 Lunatic 1 Ice Pick,” appeared on Best Gore, an Edmonton website specializing in morbid video of real carnage. The footage goes on to show the mutilation of Lin’s corpse, as well as acts of necrophilia and cannibalism.

The homicide came to light only on May 29, when a mailman delivered a rotting foot to Tory headquarters. That same day, also in Ottawa, at a Canada Post depot, authorities intercepted a second package containing a severed hand destined for Liberal Party of Canada headquarters. Police soon linked these discoveries to a torso found in a suitcase placed outside a low-rent apartment building in Montreal’s Snowdon area—and in turn to Magnotta, who’d lived upstairs in No. 208 for several months. The stench was their first clue. Magnotta’s apartment, opened up to reporters by an affable landlord, offered up such horrors as that bloody fridge, a gore-streaked shower curtain and the soiled bed where Lin had allegedly been butchered.

Meanwhile, Magnotta was nowhere to be found, and was presumed to have fled to Europe. However brief, the ensuing manhunt did what he almost certainly intended it to do: it introduced Canadians, then the world, to a man only a handful of Internet watchdogs had ever heard of before. And the portrait, cobbled together out of his voluminous Internet presence, was otherworldly in its strangeness: a kaleidoscope of alter egos, photographs, blog postings and proliferating Facebook profiles. On the virtual screen is a chameleon man—now with slicked back hair, now shoulder-length locks, now feathery bangs and lipstick. Clips available online of Magnotta engaging in conversation show an androgynous figure with a penetratingly deep voice and a strangely halting gait to his speech. “A lot of people tell me I’m really devastatingly good-looking,” he says in one clip, from an audition for the reality-TV show Cover Guy. (The judges thought otherwise, deeming him too thin.)

As a male escort he was known as Jimmy, after his Rebel Without a Cause hero, and elsewhere as Mattia Del Santo and Vladimir Romanov (he legally changed his name from Eric Newman to Magnotta in 2006). Rambling, ill-lettered blog and social media posts, often written in the third person, along with dozens of photographs, chronicled a fab, globe-trotting life. These sketches betray a boyish, comic-book logic. “My friend Luka Magnotta moved from Moscow to Tolyatti Russia,” begins one, in typically tortured Internet prose. “[S]ince Luka is half Russian he was able to fit in fine, he looks more Russian then Italian. He told me that in the centre of Tolyatti there was a cafe and alot of Mafiosos frequented there and alot of business was done.” Another online tract speaks of disappearing without a trace and assuming new identities. It was as though he was stumbling toward doing in the world what he had already accomplished online.

Magnotta the fabulist cannot be disentangled from the man himself, and that is perhaps the point: if nothing is true, then everything is permitted. Published reports say he grew up in Scarborough and Lindsay, Ont., northeast of Toronto, a cottage-country town with a backwoods edge. To friends he has described a difficult childhood and hinted at abuse. But any early brushes with the law are nothing in comparison to those things he has pretended to online.

Such is the velocity of online gossip-mongering that early news reports last week even resurrected a rumoured romantic link between Magnotta and Karla Homolka, a factoid Montreal police confirmed with some alacrity (they later backtracked). He appeared to have made great efforts to quash the Homolka rumour, speaking on camera with a Toronto Sun reporter and dashing off feverish online screeds. “If you dont like someone, then you dont join their fan page,” someone posting under Magnotta’s name wrote last year. “You have to ask yourself, why are you following and cyber stalking someone you hate?” It now seems clear Magnotta himself was the source of the Homolka story.

Another online rumour Magnotta has raged against may hew closer to reality, and involves a campaign by an animal rights group to link him with a series of videos depicting a man killing kittens. That group prepared a report for Canadian authorities designed to prod them into action with regards to Magnotta, and includes a savvy analysis of his online modus operandi. “He seems to live in a fantasy world where he is a famous model and bisexual porn star,” it reads. “He has written several articles about himself (in the third person, pretending to be a fan, or a reporter). We have been able to cross-reference and check the information, to prove that it was indeed false and created by himself to promote his image, some of which even contradicts information he posts about himself from earlier.”

And yet part of what has made Magnotta an object of fascination in the past days lies in the way he reflects back at us, in uncomfortable ways, something about the culture of the moment: he is a social media monster. His carefully cultivated online identities, his many online selves, grew an Internet presence larger than his tiny existence: Magnotta, someone wrote on a Facebook page in his name, is “a Canadian male model who has become world famous through his photographs and television appearances.” In the way he has lived his online life, Magnotta has pushed to the outer limit the narcissism and self-absorption already inherent in the social media sites—the YouTubes and Facebooks and Twitters and Pinterests—that increasingly govern our lives.

The video clip that is said to depict Lin’s monstrous death and dismemberment, which is so much connected to the manhunt and Magnotta’s arrest, is arguably the first snuff film to go viral, a concept hitherto reserved largely for Saturday Night Live sketches and amusing clips of pets and babies. His online self-aggrandizing is Twitter on steroids; his manic cascade of travel photographs is demonic Facebook parody; his taste for fashion and fast cars is the commodification of taste à la Pinterest. When we view photographs of Magnotta in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris or St. Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow, it is too easy to see ourselves, posting vacation snapshots onto our Facebook walls, projecting ourselves into the ether—just as he has done. And perhaps it was to us that someone wrote, in red ink on the wall inside a closet in the Montreal tenement where Lin died so horribly: “If you don’t like the reflection, don’t look in the mirror. I don’t care.”

In recent months Luka Rocco Magnotta had lived in a one-room apartment located just off the Decarie Expressway in Côte-des-Neiges, one of Canada’s most ethnically diverse neighbourhoods. The apartment was ratty and ill lit, a bracing difference from the jet-setting image Magnotta so meticulously cultivated online. His past was an open secret in the grungy block of flats, where he was known as “the porn star” because of his (rather modest) X-rated film career. The nickname was appropriate for another reason: his alleged atrocities were drenched in pop cultural references both mainstream and esoteric. He selected his Italian name based on his admiration for the mafia toughs of Hollywood. One online pic of himself has a caption reading, “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way,” a line from 1988’s Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

Yet Magnotta’s tastes lean also toward the aesthetic netherworld of snuff, a genre that recalls David Cronenberg’s Videodrome, released in 1983, in which cable television and violence become fused into a hallucinatory nightmare. One of the kitten-killing videos Magnotta is alleged to appear in is titled “1 boy 2 kittens.” The video of Lin’s death, meanwhile, is “1 Lunatic 1 Ice Pick.” Both titles are deliberate references to an earlier milestone of snuff, “3 Guys 1 Hammer,” which depicts the 2007 murder of a 48-year-old man by two young Ukrainian men convicted in a series of brutal murders in 2009; a third man filmed their exploits. Connected to the snuff genre is the phenomenon of connoisseurs filming themselves while viewing the grisly clips. In one case a man who identifies himself on YouTube as Robert Gibson is seen with dishevelled hair apparently watching “1 Lunatic 1 Ice Pick” for its entire 10-minute-plus duration; after the video triggers his gag reflex, causing Gibson to dry heave, he lights a cigarette and continues watching. “It was pretty disgusting,” he says in a second YouTube reaction. “I don’t understand why somebody would really want to do this. I thought I was going to throw up in the video.”

Magnotta’s own gore touchstones even found their way into workaday life in Montreal. Living above him in Côte-des-Neiges was Derek Mackinnon, an actor popular on the slasher film circuit for having starred in Terror Train. The 1980 Canadian production is a classic among slasher film enthusiasts; Mackinnon played the deranged frat pledge who revenges a nasty practical joke by slaying his frat brothers and their dates during a party. The two men bonded when Magnotta found out Mackinnon had a moderately successful celluloid career. In Terror Train, which starred a young Jamie Lee Curtis, “I kill 11 people, my appearance constantly changes and I cut up a victim,” Mackinnon told Le Journal de Montréal. “The similarity is pretty huge.”

Magnotta, according to Le Journal, had invited Mackinnon over the night Lin was murdered. The 58-year-old actor was busy, and demurred. Less than 24 hours later, “1 Lunatic 1 Ice Pick” was on Best Gore’s servers, attracting a trickle of interest from site regulars. Many argued about the video’s authenticity, while others were in simple awe of what they’d seen. “It’s like I discovered gore for the first time,” reads a typical comment written in the hours after the clip first appeared.

On May 25, a neighbour saw Magnotta leaving his apartment with a package tucked under his arm. On May 26, Magnotta set out for Montreal’s Pierre Elliott Trudeau airport. Save for a few dedicated gore aficionados, the world remained oblivious to his alleged crimes. According to an online posting written by a fellow passenger, a self-described gay Parisian blogger who goes by the sobriquet Mr. Bitch, Magnotta was the last person to board Paris-bound Air Transat flight 610. He was wearing a Mickey Mouse T-shirt, khaki pants and looked like a “gay extraterrestrial,” the blogger writes. Magnotta sat down and fell asleep. “He stunk,” Mr. Bitch wrote.

Magnotta landed in Paris just after midnight and took up in the city’s 17th arrondissement, a district rich with budget hotels and bars. He was not particularly discreet: witnesses saw him in a bar the night he landed. There he guzzled a Coke in one shot and met an acquaintance. Later, reportedly quite drunk, he tried to crash a party and shoplifted several bottles of perfume. Magnotta apparently imagined he could begin to disappear here. Newspaper reports suggest he was travelling with three sets of government ID to back up his various aliases. The author of the posting “How to Completely Disappear and Never Be Found” (step three: “Acquire false identification”) was a self-identified expert on the subject, yet he either forgot or was compelled to break his own counsel: French police were able to roughly triangulate Magnotta’s location thanks to a cellphone signature.

He was careful to heed his own advice, however, when it came to travelling within Europe. “Get on a bus and ride it to your destination,” he wrote in 2009. “[A]irlines keep much more thorough records than bus lines.” He did just that, riding a bus to Berlin on June 1, leaving little behind in Paris but porn and airsickness bags. Still dropping pop-culture clues, he travelled under the name Tramell, an apparent nod to Catherine Tramell, the murderous vixen from the violent 1992 thriller Basic Instinct.

In all likelihood, taking the bus bought the suspected killer a few more days of freedom. By now, Interpol had issued a “red notice” for internationally wanted persons. But despite being captured on dozens of security cameras in both France and Germany, Magnotta remained a free man as he stepped into Berlin Zentraler Omnibusbahnhof, the city’s central bus station. From there he took the subway to the pleasantly bohemian Neukolln district, in the city’s southeast. At roughly noon on June 4, he emerged from the Karl Marx Street subway station wearing a green hoodie, khaki pants and sunglasses. He crossed the street, walked into the first Internet café he could find and calmly asked the clerk, a skinny fellow named Kadir Anlayisli, for a computer.

For the next two hours or so, Magnotta engaged in the familiar practice of reading about himself on the Internet. Surely, he was happy with the results. His name was on every major news source around the world, often alongside the pictures he himself had posted online. The German news site Bild dubbed him a “porno-killer.” He looked up nude photos of himself.

Anlayisli, who reads a lot of newspapers, felt a twitch of recognition. His suspicions were confirmed when, while walking behind Magnotta, Anlayisli watched as he viewed himself on the Internet. The 42-year-old clerk went out to the street and caught the attention of a seven-man crew of cadet police officers, who entered the café. They approached Magnotta and asked him to identify himself. He first fumbled through an attempt to use one of his aliases before giving up. “You got me,” he said, offering no resistance as an officer put his hands in cuffs.

Magnotta was brought to a Berlin police station for questioning, and was transferred to a high-security state prison. In court, he waived the extradition process, saying he would voluntarily return to Canada to face charges related to Lin’s murder. Yet under the law, he has the opportunity to change his mind, and if Magnotta’s life shows us anything, it’s that he is as fickle as he is willing to subvert the truth. Either way, it seems Magnotta is fully content with the notoriety he spent much of his life chasing—even if he has to take it in from behind bars. He chose to be put in solitary confinement. The night of his capture, he ate a full meal and, according to prison officials, slept soundly until breakfast.

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Inside the twisted world of Luka Rocco Magnotta

  1. Best piece about Magnotta I have read so far!

  2. The piece on Magnotta I have read so far.

  3. Putting Magnotta on the cover of Maclean’s is only giving him the fame and recognition that he so desperately wants. And all for what? To sell magazines? It’s a pretty disgusting move on Maclean’s part.

    • The part of me that is a decent human being wants to say this: “Perhaps editors of newspapers and magazines should informally agree to emphasize pictures of the victims and their grieving families.”

      The part of me that is not, on the other hand, says this: “Magazines and newspapers respond to public demand. When we say they are doing something ‘to sell magazines’ what we really mean is that they are giving us consumers what we want. Would you rather read a story about the twisted motives of a killer, or the decency of their victim? Maclean’s is not the villain here, we all are.”

      I’m not sure which one is right.

  4. Just got this weeks edition out of the mail box. Ah really, you had to put him on the front cover. Way to stroke his ego and give him what he craves. Nothing else notible went on in the world last week? I agree with Bryce…for what…to sell magazines.

    • At least its not a shirtless fashion picture.And given that the magazine is degenerating into more and more political rhetoric. It would be stupid to avoid one of the countries sickest crimes since Pickton.

      • You can tell the story without photos of the guy. They’re not even mugshots. All he wants is recognition and his face all over the world. Now he’s got it, and a front cover too. He’s in jail very pleased with that I’m sure.

  5. If we can extradite Marc emery to do hard time (relative to
    his crime) into the USA why can’t we extradite Magnotta to China for killing one
    of its citizens? I am sure they would discover the missing puzzle pieces of his
    crimes and in short order. I know the answers but wishful thinking abounds. And
    I hope the next picture I see of this “alleged” killer is a mug shot not a
    fashion photo.

    • Excellent solution. Extradition to China where he will be dealt with properly instead of coddling him in a Canadian jail for the rest of his, probably long, life. I think we need to rethink Capital punishment in Canada for monsters like this one.

  6. Informative, interesting, and really well written.

  7. Solution to the psycho weirdos we allow to wander loose in the world. Okay, we will not jail but here is ankle bracelet with a mechanism that self destructs should you get any further than 100m away from your residence. 101m away? BOOM. Leg blows off. 102 m? BOOM next leg. Wanna go for an arm? Keep walking.

    • I get the gist of your plan, but I’m confused as to the specifics. I’m with you up to the point where the ankle bracelet triggers some type of an explosive device strapped to each leg. I assume the first explosion took off the leg other than the one that the ankle bracelet was attached to. Blowing off the other leg after he continues walking is a clever touch, given the inability of your typical psycho weirdo to take a hint. Where it gets murky is how the ankle bracelet shall continue to monitor the movement of the psycho weirdo as he continues walking, I assume in some type of handstand fashion after both legs are blown off? I’m not certain you could actually count on such an uncooperative character to carry the bracelet with him at that point.

    • what if he falsl then the bomb blow up cuz he fell down another meterr

  8. shame on Maclean’s for the choice of cover photo; it is both shocking and disgusting. If there is a news story in this matter, its about the victim.

  9. Very well written, best yet!

  10. With all of the intelligent editors and writers at Macleans, no one stopped the printing of this cover? I am so disgusted that i may cancel my subscription. An artsy picture of a psychopath that is in desperate need of attention. You have given this beast what he wanted and may also be encouraging the next sicko. I thought that this would be obvious to anyone. May be time to hire some new editors an writers, The grieving family should have been on the cover or perhaps the victim.

    • Why should we all get to stare at a poor family whose son has been murdered? What would that help? That would just make them objects of our interest, and they are not here for that but for something unimaginably harsh to deal with. Leave the poor family alone; they have enough to bear without becoming magazine covers.

  11. When we put a psycopath on the cover and the Queen as postage size on the same cover, what does that tell us about our interests? the article had nothing new in it that I haven’t already read and was a waste of my time.

  12. This is True and does he ever look Evil. Kind of reminds me of the look that Karla Holmolka had when she was being carted off to prison. Look at her now, working in a Quebec daycare and a mother of a young son, how disgusting is that?

    • I have not heard she’s living back in Quebec; thought she had left the country. Do you know this for fact?

      • For sure, with a husband and at least 1 kid of her own.

    • How is she allowed to work in a daycare? Last I checked her crimes were against children.

  13. To the editors,

    Your cover choice for Macleans’ June 11 issue
    is in extreme poor taste. When you put on such a crafted and polished shot of a sadistic
    predator of his own kinds you are exactly glorifying him in all the ways he
    intended, and enticing all the wannabes to follow his steps with fame.

    Whether you were trying to associate a suspect cannibal and murderer with “chic” “sophisticated” “fashionable” or “intriguing” was of
    course your freedom. However, to have stooped to this level of sensationalism,
    it is obvious more than a few readers will be making a choice about your
    actions too. And rest assured, as a reader, yours truly will not only boycott
    your future publications, but will also encourage other readers and public
    institutions to do so until an apology is publicly announced for being so
    ridiculously morally corrupting. In every way, you are way worse than the gore
    sites that hosted the snuff film itself.



  14. When are we going to stop glamorizing the perpetrators at the expense of the victims? I felt disgusted when I saw the cover of Maclean’s at the supermarket yesterday. You just gave this depraved subhuman narcisit exactly what he wanted. I hope you are proud of yourselves, because most of your less morbid readers are not proud of you. Forget the right to be inform….this is sexual depravity, including those who enjoy reading this. This is pornography at its most “official” level.

  15. Macleans magazine is well know for writing articles to put Chinese people down as much as possible. Macleans’ writers/editors are glorifying the psycho murderer with a front page cover is the best way to humiliate the dead victim and family members. Well done Macleans magazine!! We all know how unethical and what kind of people you support out there.

  16. OMG! Why is everyone bitching and whining about the magazine cover?? If you don’t want to see it than don’t buy the friggin magazine…simple solution. It’s on the cover because it made global headlines!

  17. A little editorial judgment is badly needed here. Putting this idiot on the cover says everything anybody needs to know about Macleans. Just pathetic.

  18. Congratulations on this wonderful piece of reporting. I have recommended this article to several people. It is the first socially critical article I have read about this horrible event.

    My opinion differs from many of the other commentators here in that I think Maclean’s is doing an excellent job reporting this case. Putting a glam photo of Magnotta on the front cover makes people uncomfortable because it holds a mirror up to Western Culture. I think people should think more about why they are uncomfortable and talk about it rather than just dismiss the cover image as tasteless.

  19. “Magnotta, according to Le Journal, had invited Mackinnon over
    the night Lin was murdered. The 58-year-old actor was busy, and
    demurred. Less than 24 hours later, “1 Lunatic 1 Ice Pick” was on Best
    Gore’s servers…”

    Scary for the actor (the real one).

    Also, agree with everyone that he should not have made it to the cover of magazine, no matter what for. Congratulations, that’s the attention he wants, obviously. Morons. I’ll bet people would have loved a blank face with a notice saying that they refuse to print any pictures of the monster.

  20. I subscribe to Macleans in order to read a Canadian perspective of world news, to read intelligent in depth coverage of Canadian news, and to read Canadian Arts and Culture news. When I received this issue in the mail I immediately tore off the cover and put it into the garbage. It was a very disturbing mistake to use a picture of this man on the cover of Macleans. I expect more from this magazine. Sadly, my expectations and perception of this magazine have been considerably revised. Now what?

  21. this is just horrid.. a man like that should be excecuted.

  22. Although I do not agree with the photo on the cover, I’ve got to give some props to MacLean’s writers for composing the story professionally in understandable english. As apposed to the other ‘versions’ of this story I have read. This story had more useful information regarding the act that I cared to read without overly grossing me out.

  23. Luka posted videos of himself killing kittene first. If police wouldof investigated them. Lin would probaly still be alive

  24. Why would Macleans put a ‘boudoir’ picture of Magnotta on their cover?
    It doesn’t depict the evil he embodies .

  25. u crazy he is not good looking by any means and u better count ur blessing he didnt have u for dinner..

  26. I’m going to go out on a limb here but to say; those who claims the editors and writers here are stupid for writing an article of this and putting his face on the front covers are smart for getting the readers attention, whether the readers like it or hate it. End result, you still wasted your time picking up the article, reading it, complaining about it and then bashing the editors+writers for wasting your time. *Slow clap…*

    “Common Sense lost the will to live as the ten commandments became
    contraband: churches became businesses and criminals received better
    treatment than their victims.”

    I read this article hoping to find understanding to why and how such people exist. Why would they do such a gruesome, heartless, cold-blooded and defiling action as a part of their memory and/or their last moment before ending their life? (life in prison or literally death itself). However, its just global news rewritten with more details, the MacClean’s way.

    There are actually people who enjoy viewing these kind of videos on that website (which I refuse to watch). Knowing the fact that there are people who have the mentality to put such images in the head, (Story writers of SAW, Human Centipede, Cube and other gore movies) just raises the red flag for me to their sanity as well. RIP to the dead, condolences to the family and friends

  27. There is a saying, “Porn Reduces the Mind, Degrades the Self and Deflates the Spirit”. I can’t be more convinced!!!

  28. Yes, the story could be a lot more awful. He could be a serial killer.