This movie is beautifully filmed and interesting to watch for an entire hour, but around three-quarters of the way through the film there's a completely absurd and disgusting monologue given from the killer, claiming he's suffering more by walking free and having to live with the crime of beating an innocent woman to death (as if he wouldn't be haunted by the same memories and nightmares in prison where he belongs?) Worst of all, the poor working man the upper middle class professor frames as the murderer (to deflect attention from himself) calmly sits with the killer, listening to this narcissistic and sexist speech and says he understands! Just why me? No one in this film is sympathetic. The so-called "victim" of being framed is in many ways as bad as the murderer, seeing as that he got himself into this spot of trouble by being a selfish coward who didn't immediately report the murder to the police THEN telling the murderer that....he understands? He just doesn't want it to involve him. Well.
