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The Son of a Serial Killer: Why Horror Fans Should Be Watching “Prodigal Son”
People have long been fascinated by serial killers. Whether it is true crime documentaries or slasher films with endless sequels, there is something extra-terrifying about a real human being who kills because he likes it.
FOX’s Prodigal Son doesn’t follow a serial killer. It follows the son of a serial killer.
Malcolm Bright is the son of infamous (and fictitious) serial killer, Dr. Martin Whitly. As “The Surgeon,” Martin killed over twenty victims – until his son, as a child, came across a girl Martin was hiding in a box. He called the police, and brought his father down. Martin, a brilliant narcissist, has been committed to a high-security mental facility ever since.
The cast is filled with faces that will be familiar to genre fans: Tom Payne (The Walking Dead) as Malcolm; Michael Sheen (the Underworld franchise) as Martin; Lou Diamond Philips (The First Power) as Gil Arroyo, the cop who was first on the scene at Martin’s arrest; and Halston Sage (Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse) who plays Ainsley Whitly, Malcolm’s younger sister.
Malcolm is a former FBI profiler who was dismissed for a host of psychological and genetic reasons. There were concerns that his chronic insomnia, panic attacks, and night terrors that cause him to strap himself to the bed made him too big a liability. Plus, the whole “son of a serial killer” thing. Gil, now a lead detective at NYPD, brings Malcolm in as a contractor. This is partly because Gil has a fatherly concern for Malcolm; partly because Malcolm is a gifted profiler.
Focusing on Malcolm rather than Martin is a unique way to tell the serial killer plot. Usually, shows about serial killers try to examine the psychology of the killer, or focus on giving voice to the victims. But Prodigal Son focuses on a different kind of victim: the killer’s family. How do the children, the wife, of a serial killer get on with their day-to-day life? Do they have any contact with the killer? Do they cash in on their notoriety? How do they move on?
What’s more, Malcolm spends the first season worrying about whether or not murder is a genetically transferrable trait. “We’re the same,” was the last thing Martin said to his son before he was taken away in handcuffs. This haunts Malcolm. He worries that the ease with which he gets into the killer’s mind to solve crimes, and the calming nature of crime scenes is indicative of a predilection to kill. By Season 2, that concern shifts to his sister, who was only five when her father was arrested.
Sure, there is a lot of procedural cop stuff. Every week, there is a new murder for Malcolm and his team to investigate. The murders aren’t always the work of a serial killer, nor are they always gory. But they frequently require – for better or worse – Malcolm seeking the expertise of his father.
The joy of the show is in visiting with Martin Whitly. Michael Sheen plays the role brilliantly. He blends Father Knows Best and Hannibal Lecter in a seamless fashion. In the same breath, he can be a loving father to Malcolm, who has recently reengaged with his father, and a diabolical serial killer, who shows no remorse for his crimes. He is undeniably brilliant and wickedly funny – even if his sense of humor is dark as night.
So yes, Prodigal Son isn’t the standard monster-of-the-week show that horror fans tend to gravitate towards, but it is far more intense than the standard procedural crime show. Give it a whirl. It’s my current addiction.
Season 1 is available on HBO Max. The first half of Season 2 is available to stream on Hulu. The second half of Season 2 returns to Fox on April 13th.
Editorials
André Øvredal’s ‘Troll Hunter’ Remains One of the Best Found Footage Movies
In this day and age, the word “troll” is often used to describe various online nuisances. Yet as abundant and irksome as the modern troll can be, they aren’t usually as fearsome as their mythological counterparts. I’m not talking about the small and gentler versions that have become more common to see in media. No, there are much bigger and scarier trolls out there—and André Øvredal’s movie Troll Hunter is one of the best places to find them.
It doesn’t take long for Troll Hunter (or Trolljegeren) to dump the Blair Witch Project-esque setup and aim for something a lot fresher. The trajectory of the story is augmented by Otto Jespersen’s character Hans, the titular Troll Hunter. The second he comes barreling out of the deep, dark woods and shouts “troll” at the camera, this movie takes a turn into what feels like uncharted territory. Not only subject-wise, but also conceptually.
For fantastical and made-up subject matter in cinema, found footage is a fast way to add a guise of believability. After all, what we accept to be the most crucial aspect of documentaries—the truth—rubs off on pseudo-documentaries, despite our understanding of the pretense involved. That is what Øvredal delivered with Troll Hunter: a movie so convincing that some viewers wondered if trolls really do exist. So, had this been straightforwardly made, it likely wouldn’t have been as effective. Conventional narratives would be more inclined to treat something like trolls as flat out unreal, and never try to convince the audience to think otherwise.

Hans petrifies the three-headed Tusseladd troll.
The viewers, like the characters trailing Hans, are quickly thrown into the deeper end of that extraordinary story. They have to process all this new information while staying on the go. So, although there is no significant amount of meandering, narratively or physically, there is still a good amount of atmosphere, not to mention tension building. It’s never anything frightful, but then again, Troll Hunter isn’t your standard offering of horror; it’s more on the low end of the dark fantasy spectrum. We aren’t ever spirited away to a faraway world—we stay in rather familiar surroundings, as well as dip into those less so. The outcome is a movie where you’re constantly more in awe than in terror.
As fantasy fiction might do, Troll Hunter prefers not to deal with incredulity. There is no time to waste on doubt, as interviewer Thomas (Glenn Erland Tosterud), soundperson Johanna (Johanna Mørck), and cameraman Kalle (Tomas Alf Larsen) all follow Hans around, recording whatever this character is willing to reveal about his bizarre job. Of course, the Troll Hunter himself is not an open book; in that respect, the diegetic documentary fails to fully capture and unpack the more interesting of its two subjects. Yes, all those giant, monstrous trolls are indeed incredible, but understandably, your mind wanders to their pursuer. What kind of person signs up for this gig and then chooses to stick with it for so long?
Reviews have called out Troll Hunter for its lack of character development. In regard to Thomas and his fellow documentarians, that criticism is valid, but bear in mind, they aren’t the focus of the story, either. Meanwhile, Hans is a well-crafted character. At least better than first realized. Before he was introduced, Hans had already grown tired of the troll grind. Fed up with that low compensation for his services, resentful of the bureaucracy, and wanting to expose his employer on a large scale, Hans’ discontent is glaring.
Then there are those finer details about the Troll Hunter, such as that indifference to both the natural splendor of his everyday surroundings and the affections of an obviously smitten colleague, that also suggest some level of despondency. So it is fair to say this movie doesn’t feature any sizable growth for its characters; however, the namesake isn’t underwritten. No doubt, putting a real-life character like Otto Jespersen in that role is partly why Hans is so fascinating—maybe even relatable.

Otto Jespersen as Hans the Troll Hunter.
There is always a small risk whenever using the term “mockumentary” to describe a found-footage movie, as the word could imply humor where there is none. In the case of Troll Hunter, the term’s usage is appropriate. Some folks have claimed the English-dubbed version has the more comedic tone, however, the Norwegian cut isn’t exactly humorless. Apart from the trolls’ absurd appearances, this is a movie where the characters nearly choke on the monsters’ farts, and Christians are like walking targets. Hans’ complete apathy towards everything is another cause of laughter. Overall, the comedy is intentionally dry and inconsistent. Unfunny, though? Absolutely not.
In a movie where endemic creatures are maltreated, as well as disavowed from living freely and peacefully, it’s hard not to notice the ecological message buried beneath the story. In addition to that is the unmistakable political satire. There is this whole business about intrusive and unsightly power lines—like trolls, they’re big blemishes on the land—that leads to what is perhaps the movie’s funniest moment. The scene in question is that one where certain electric lines, the ones secretly being used to keep the trolls at bay, go in a loop and don’t actually send power to any residents. Yet the monitors of said lines don’t find this at all weird. So it stands to reason that Øvredal was having a go at those who accept the government’s doings without question.
Looking past the fact that trolls aren’t actually real, this movie is an enlightening source of information. And not just for international audiences; Norwegians, too, get schooled about their homeland’s own mythology. It’s also evident from everything on screen that Øvredal and his crew were enthusiastic about the topic. The creature designs are the most indicative of that zeal; those imaginative yet myth-accurate manifestations are equally amusing and grotesque. One second you’re laughing at their phallic noses, the next you’re white-knuckling during a hairy sequence. Most surprisingly is how well the trolls’ visual effects hold up after fifteen years. It’s not all spotless, but on the whole, they remain impressive.
Vouching for a mockumentary about trolls isn’t easy, but those who do come around and give it a shot will more than likely be grateful for the recommendation. For Troll Hunter is a real find in that vast and varied genre we call “found footage“.

A bridge troll reaches up for food and finds Hans decked out in armor.



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