Yet another example of a story that had a great pretense but just didn't pan out. It went all over the place depicting the past histories of multiple serial killer but never gave us, as viewers, enough time to focus in the present day killer and develop a dislike for him so that in the end, we are satisfied that he got his cum-uppance. I mean, the casting was OK and they acted well but they weren't given a quality, flowing story to play this out properly. The mousey reporter lady who ended up getting captured by the psycho didn't really show much concern about her predicament. It's like she was more bored with just getting the scene over with so she could get home and watch Desperate Housewives or Lipstick Jungle or something. She could have fussed and kicked and whined around far more to make the scene a bit more realistic. Her stoic defiance of being just seconds from getting butchered out was far different than most people would be reacting.
Review of Diary of a Serial Killer
