I Would Like To Go Back In Time And Murder The Husband In "Anatomy of A Fall:" A Modest Proposal
Yes, "murder" is "bad," but just hear me out.
First things first: Today, April 27, is the final order cut-off for Dead Teenagers #3. Get a pre-order in at your comic shop, if you haven't already; the issue comes out May 20.
In the meantime, DILF: Did I Leave Feminism is still available, in both book and smell form. You can also pre-order Be Not Afraid, which will be out in collected edition in July.
Then, on July 8, get ready for Clayface: Celebrity Dirt.
Before we go any further, you should know that this post spoils the conclusion of Anatomy of a Fall. This is a French courtroom drama that came out a few years ago, and was nominated for an Oscar, and though it doesn't come up that often nowadays, people really loved it; it concerns a bisexual German writer of top-selling autofiction, named Sandra Voyter, and her husband, who took the titular Fall out a third-story window and is dead.
Sandra Voyter is put on trial for the murder of her husband, in Anatomy of a Fall, and it seems very possible that she killed him. There is an equally compelling possibility that her husband jumped out of the window and killed himself. We spend most of the movie figuring out which of the two spouses was the killer.
I'm here today to tell you that neither of those answers is acceptable. I think the person who kills the husband in Anatomy of a Fall should be me, Jude Doyle. Though I have never read any of Sandra Voyter’s top-selling bisexual German autofiction — or any German autofiction; it sounds like a grueling experience — I am confident that it justifies killing this man.
INTRODUCTION:
SOCIETY WILL IMPROVE IF YOU LET ME DO ONE (1) MURDER
Your honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury: The husband in Anatomy of a Fall is a pissbaby. He may be, truly, the absolute worst man to have ever married a top-selling bisexual German autofiction writer, not least because he seems to have entered into his marital arrangement with the sole intent of preventing his wife from writing any top-selling bisexual German autofiction.