Voyeur

Voyeur ★½

There's this great moment where Gay Talese, in his respectable suit, sits down and tells the lady editor at the New Yorker his subject (Foos) is "not creepy."

It's great for two reasons. One, it is immediately followed by Foos giving an incredibly lurid and detailed description of watching his aunt naked through a window and masturbating. And also because the crew goes back to talk to the editor and she says that Foos is a sociopath.

Vogue's review of this piece is entitled "Voyeur, on Netflix, arrives at a Very Bad Time for Creepy Old Men" and that seems to be the right angle to take on this. Truthfully, it's a mess of conflicting emotions and stories. Foos details terrible stories, watching people have sex without their knowledge yes, but also watching a dude beat/strangle his girlfriend or wife to death. All of this is treated by Talese as some sort of psychopathic road trip through someone elses reality but it's not. It's real. These people that were victimized for years? They're real. But we don't get their stories. We get the story of a creep who wants to be famous, an asshole who has aspirations of scientific grandeur.

I don't know a lot about Talese, except that he said that the victims of Kevin Spacey need to "suck it up," but this movie paints him as a real fucker. With those comments and his decision to watch alongside the peeping tom motel owner, and his inability to do his own basic research, I think it's safe to say that he's a dinosaur of a journalist who will always be on the side of the devil.