I keep thinking about his descriptions of one person's fixation on the film Taxi Driver.
I haven't yet seen this film, but I can offer a similar comparison:
John Doe, Se7en, 1995.
I'd prefer to let you see him yourself.
The first time I saw him, I was revolted, utterly repulsed by his cold emptiness, no warmth, no love.
"Neglect the flesh to pursue the bone."
Then I watched it again.
I wanted to understand him. I felt like I would miss something if I wrote him off, completely. It's such a wonderful fairytale to believe that the good-guys are the only human beings.
"Oh, the bad guy doesn't even matter. He's only there to prove the strength of the good guys. He only exists to be defeated, and he will always be defeated. There is no world in which he wins. There is no threat of him winning, ever. We never have to take him seriously. He may as well be the hero's hand-puppet with googly-eyes, talking to himself. Hee-hee-hee! Ho-ho-ho!
Isn't that right, Mr Wiggly?"
"Imagine a boot stamping on a human face, for ever."
...
"and remember that it is for ever. The face will always be there to be stamped upon. The heretic, the enemy of society will always be there, so he can be defeated and humiliated over again."
-- O'Brien, 1984
On the other hand, I'd prefer to keep the good guy from becoming a puppet. Just the same.
I don't want to live in the world of marionettes. I want to hold the capacity for surprise. I love life.
A documentary interviewing a man who works with criminals, as a psychiatrist. I admire his empathy.