Netflix’s true-crime obsession is evident in its latest shows

It’s been a good week for serial killer, rapist and necrophiliac Ted Bundy. A tedious documentary series based around the famous 1980s death row tapes landed on Netflix and elicited gushing swoons from people who consider him “hot”. Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil, And Vile, a feature film starring ex-disney hearthrob Zac Efron as Bundy, premiered at Sundance, sparking controversy over the casting decision and bringing Bundy back into the limelight, exactly where he liked to be.

People are interested in serial killers. Fine. But what’s been bizarre is the overriding conversation and reaction about the supposed “hotness” of Ted Bundy and whether it should be up for discussion. On Monday, Netflix US personally reproached Twitter users, saying: “I’ve seen a lot of talk about Ted Bundy’s alleged hotness and would like to gently remind everyone that there are literally thousands of hot men on the service—almost all of whom are not convicted serial murderers.”

Considering the first episode of Conversations With A Killer: The Ted Bundy Tapes is called “Handsome Devil” and the series repeatedly tells us that he was clean-cut and articulate and good-looking, Netflix was being naive if they didn’t think people would pick up on that element. As they must have expected with the reaction to You, a romcom horror series also on Netflix that subverts the romantic male hero character and turns him into a serial killer. The series has drawn criticism for romanticising extreme violence by casting a good-looking actor (Penn Badgley) in the main role. Why are we so intrigued by violent criminals who don’t look like they could “tear girls apart”, in the words of Stephen Michaud, the journalist who recorded the tapes? And why do their looks give them a free pass to be lusted over and glorified? Certainly we are primed from childhood, in the books we read and the Disney films we watch, to expect monsters and baddies to be ugly. But you’d think by adulthood, it wouldn’t surprise us that good-looking people aren’t necessarily good. Or that they can inflict great harm. Why don’t we want to believe that beautiful people can do terrible things? Certain people have always been drawn to those who violate the social contract, performing their edginess by wearing pictures of Charles Manson on their T-shirts, or writing to serial killers in prison. Perhaps we are still barbarians, really, but dressed up with modern clothes, smart phones, and the illusion of a progressive society. The case was the first time a trial of this nature had been covered by TV, and arguably the first “true crime” media sensation. It allowed the killer to be turned into a kind of celebrity and fed into the evil genius myth that was created around him.

The series shows how his “devil-may-care batchelor image” manipulated the court. He managed to convince the judge he should be in charge of his defence despite seeming incompetent and irrational. He smirked and argued for outdoor exercise, a different menu and access to the library. He turned up in a bow tie and proposed to a friend. The trial became a ridiculous pantomime conducted by an entitled narcissist who cracked jokes which made everyone laugh as they forgot the bodies of the women and children lying in the ground. “We’ll miss you,” the judge cooed at one point. Bundy’s supreme arrogance and entitlement is hard to stomach but even worse is the reaction. The most chilling moment for me was the judge’s final address, in which he sucks up to Bundy while pronouncing him guilty. “You’re a bright young man. I don’t have animosity to you.” It is grotesque. Who do we value more? The wise-cracking, “charming”, well-dressed, welleducated necrophiliac mass murderer? Sometimes I wonder if we just don’t mind too much when young women gets killed. Of course, because Bundy’s not a threat to anyone now and younger people tend to imagine themselves immortal—i know I did—it is easier, perhaps, to make jokes. Glorifying cunning is also nothing new. Look at Aesop’s Fables and the stories about the fox, who constantly outwits and outsmarts other animals, who come to significant harm. We like to watch cunning. But so soon after he raped, mutilated, tortured and killed these women? While their families are still alive? I couldn’t bear to watch much of You but Penn Badgley was interesting on the character of Joe – and Dan Humphrey in Gossip Girl—in an interview with The New York Times. “He’s the very special white man who somehow thinks that he’s an outsider, and it’s like, “Bro, you’re not an outsider—you are the inside; everyone else is on the outside.” It would all be so comical, if it wasn’t also the generating impulse for so much prejudice which can get translated into violence.”

And don’t we see this in our society again and again and again? THE INDEPENDENT