Evilenko

Rating:	★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Drama

There are a few actors that I like to follow. Not particularly close, but I like their style. Malcolm McDowell is one of those for me. I’ve been going through his library of films via Netflix for the past several years. I’ve been mostly happy with his portrayals. He plays someone that is always slightly off. He plays it well. I like him in Generations, where he played a man willing to kill millions, if not billions, of people so he could live under the delusion of having his wife and family with him. He was in the remake of Fantasy Island where strange powers were employed to fulfill fantasies. More recently, I’ve watched him in The Mentalist (a rip off of USA’s Psyched) as a cult leader. I actually started watching The Mentalist just for his appearances.

In this movie, he definitely moved out of his comfort zone. Pretty far out of mine too. He plays a Russian serial killer, who preys upon women and children. Not only does he sexually abuse them, but he mutilates them with a flourish of cannibalism. A totally sick and depraved individual. Really, this movie is disturbing, and it is just a bunch of actors. I can’t imagine what the reality was like. The detective played by Marton Csokas ( of Aeon Flux fame) had a difficult time tracking him down and didn’t until over 50 victims were totaled.

I guess what was most disturbing to me, as I am a fan of detective and forensic shows, was how they convinced Mr. McDowell to play this part. I mean, it was completely off the rails for him. I also have to burn his naked form, as well as Mr. Csokas’, from my memory in some strange, homo-erotic psychoanalysis session in order to obtain a confession. Good night, you can’t unsee that.

I don’t expect anyone to rush out and see this movie, or put it in your queue, unless you are as twisted as I am, and this pushed my limits. It is unrated, and with appropriate reasons. Lots of blood, some nudity and a heaping helping of “OMG! Turn your eyes!”

Another movie was made about the same individual. It is named “Citizen X” and it has received some awards so perhaps that is more accurate or more tastefully done. I still like Malcolm McDowell, but what the heck was he thinking.