I originally rated this as 3.5 stars (because I didn't like the documentary style shooting), then bumped it up to 4 stars after being afraid to walk around at night, and I'm finally settling on 4.5 stars because I can't stop referring to it and JSP can't stop telling me that he never wants to think about this movie again. Here's his review.
There was a certain fascination I acquired with the killer because the FBI Agents and policemen really dissect his psychology and methodology. As a kid I couldn't get enough of the TV show Unsolved Mysteries and at one point I wanted to be a detective. I also felt a safe distance from the Water Street Killer because Poughkeepsie, NY is located approximately 3,000 miles from me. It sounds ridiculous when I recount this, but at the time I was watching Poughkeepsie Tapes I'd just let out a sigh of relief at each slashed throat and think, "Those poor New Yawkerhs."
Don't let the geography fool you, though: Poughkeepsie Tapes does deliver and, like a blister from a new pair of shoes, reminds you it's there when you least expect it. I couldn't stop thinking about the countless frames of terrified faces looking the killer right in the eye, negotiating, grasping for any shred of compassion in this senseless killer. It struck a sour chord with me and, like JSP, I was waiting for it to be over.
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