The secret garden of some, simply describe a manifesto serial killer on a hot tin roof charged up for his pursuit of holy gold, or fresh new blood. And other serial killers and the women who love them, some psychological questions do come in to play after some who name themselves and often so unbright an overt as the person who bails such a one out. Previewing all of the good reasons why not to among other facts, “Where’s the rest of it bright boy?” Inquires the serial killer of the one who digs him. Or rather digs for him. Ask not what you can do for your neighborhood, but rather look at the show and enjoy another episode of where the dirt falls. Some people must pay more attention to what falls out of their heavy trash bag.
“And this. Man that was genious ~ Here toss me a beer. Then again, it’s a logical idea. At least I’m gonna get some sleep tonight. Hey, after we get this done, let’s go out and have some fun.” To the doormat who puts up with it all, he tells him, you should do something about that. You should not let people push you around. As the prior neighbor who now lives next door to the new fellowship friend he just introduced him to, a serial killer with a nice smile and that nice, easygoing gentle voice and a everybody loves the guy kind of thing ~ The serial killer watches over the new friend, as he gives him protective advice for his street safety. “The only people that walk around this neighborhood are creeps and perverts.” And then he adds conversation he deems important, “It’s not like I have sex with the bodies.” But the new friend tries to remind the nice man as loving as possible. And trying to remember what the television preacher taught him, to never say nothing bad about or to nobody. While over careful to observe a religioso-political correct language in line with perfect etiquette, and ever so sensitive and gentle, the new friend refers to all of the dead bodies and the killings as kindly as he possibly can. “It’s wrong,” he coos at the serial killer.
Going out on a regular basis socially, the two begin to develop a relationship just like two old buddies. The new neighbor feels a sense of pride and satisfaction about really reaching out to the man. Likely, he considers inviting him to church on Sunday. But realizes it is probably too early, and sensing the shyness of his friend, fears he may overstep the kind killer’s boundaries and frighten him off. Busy with his new home though, he also wisely understands that he must balance family relationships with that of his reach out program to the nice serial killer next door. Everything seems to go along well until the ability of our fine-feathered friend to balance family life and civic duties with his best friend, the man-next-door serial killer threatens to damage his close friendship with the older man. He begins to feel like a harried housewife, as he wearies of his constant duties. The sales quota he must reach at work, and getting the bodies buried fast enough, along with the demands of his wife and children at home present him with a time schedule that just makes his head spin. Bodies are piling up faster than he can get them buried, and in the meantime he must contact a certain number of juice surveys a month. “I’m taking a new survey about fruit juices. Which fruit juices have you purchased in the last six months? Have you purchased any fruit juices?” Will our star have to sacrifice his friendship to the man just so he can find time for himself and his own family? Watch the film and find out. Rated R.