Nick Broomfield’s “Tales of the Grim Sleeper” screens at the Pan African Film Festival in Los Angeles, which kicked off on February 5, and will run through February 16th. Upcoming screenings: Saturday, February 14 at 2:10pm & Sunday, February 15 at 4:45pm
There’s the myth of serial killing, the myth that it’s a “white thing”, the myth that black people
may kill, yes, but never from sadistic pleasure. And then there’s reality. The names – Jake Bird,
Wayne Williams, Chester Turner, Lorenzo Gilyard, and Andre Crawford – historical proof that
whatever compulsion it is that moves the Ted Bundy’s and John Wayne Gacy’s of the world to
murder, can be found in black men, too.
It’s a compulsion that’s explored in “Tales of the Grim Sleeper,” Nick Broomfield’s latest
documentary about the now infamous serial killer, Lonnie Franklin Jr. Between the mid-1980s up
until his eventual arrest in 2010, Franklin would kill nearly a dozen or more crack addicts and
prostitutes, most of them black, in South Central LA.
Broomfield has explored the mind of a serial killer before, in two documentaries ont female
murderer Aileen Wuornos, but here he hones in less on Franklin’s motives, and more on his
environment. Several people who knew Franklin before his arrest are interviewed, including
former drug addict, Pamela Brooks, who becomes an integral part of the narrative, helping
Broomfield navigate the neighborhood and get people to speak to him despite initial misgivings.
Through interviews with Franklin’s friends and family, as well as the families of victims, a hazy
picture of the man himself is drawn – a man that all at once seemed kind, friendly, and hardworking, yet, as some suggest, had a darker side that only emerged in quick, innocuous flashes
when he was in public.
But this isn’t necessarily a film attempting to dissect the mind of Franklin, to completely
understand and unpack the motives of the black serial killer in relation to the white. This isn’t a
film about how the murders started, but why they were allowed to continue for as long as they
did. After all, as the doc reveals, LA police were quite aware of Franklin’s movements early on,
but did very little to catch him.
There’s been this long held, morbid fascination that we have with serial killers, and part of it
might have something to do with the victims, the value that’s placed on their lives. As the
narrative goes on, it becomes more and more evident that no one was much concerned with his
mostly black female victims, nor with the drug, poverty, and violence-ravaged neighborhood as
Thankfully, satisfyingly, this film does not fetishize the killing or try to unmask the heart of the
killer like so many others that deal with this subject matter. Instead, it asks tough questions, and
makes some pretty bold statements, branding a racist system, including the police and the
media as ultimately complicit in Franklin’s crimes.
This is by no means groundbreaking
filmmaking, but its ideas are challenging, which, in a story like this one, is crucial.