Serial Killer

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Murder and sex, Canadian-style

Headline murders tend to have a moral message as well as a sexual component

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A new kind of monster

The evidence in the case against Russell Williams turned out to be even more shocking than one could have imagined

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How serial killer Robert Pickton slipped away

New revelations show why he was able to prey with such impunity

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The secret life of Colonel Russell Williams

If police are correct, he was a cold-blooded planner who in hours could transform from commander to monster

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This Is Either Edgy, Or Stupid, Or Both

One thing I forgot to include in my weekend post — about why Unhappily Ever After has turned out to be the better of Kevin Connolly’s two shows — is this clip, which may be the closest thing this show had to an iconic moment (well, that and all the scenes of drunken audience members hooting at Nikki Cox), and sort of sums up why this crass, stupid, cheap (it was literally the lowest-budgeted scripted network show of its era) has gained a certain cult following. The hero talks to his imaginary friend about how to deal with his daughter’s unsuitable boyfriend, and they spend three minutes discussing the best solution: kill the boyfriend, and then kill six random strangers so that the police will look for a motiveless serial killer.

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Don’t mess with a rat’s testes

Until last Monday, my grade 12 biology class was incomplete. Like lemon meringue pie without the fluffy cream layer. Or a Star Wars movie without a cool, undeveloped and quickly killed-off bad guy. After a rat dissection, my biology class is now finally complete.