Christopher Snowden
2007-09-30 09:39:22 UTC
I just got around to watching the recent film ZODIAC, which
dramatizes the hunt for the Zodiac Killer, and the large cast of
characters encountered along the way by Robert Graysmith of the San
Francisco Chronicle. One of them is the silent film organist Bob
Vaughn, who knew one of the suspects in the case. Graysmith hears a
tip about the suspect, which leads him to meet up with Bob.
ZODIAC's depiction has me feeling a little indignant, so I'd like
to set the record straight. I *knew* Bob Vaughn.
In the film, Bob invites Graysmith to his home, out in the sticks
somewhere; but in reality it was a tract house in the residential
Sunset district. In the film, the house had a basement, but in reality
it didn't, it had a garage on the ground floor and the house was built
over it, just like thousands of other San Francisco houses. In ZODIAC,
the "basement" is full of Bob's 35mm film collection, but in reality
Bob's prints were all 16mm.
All right, maybe none of that's a big deal. The actor playing Bob
looks nothing like him, but fine. It's a movie. But ZODIAC doesn't
even depict the murder suspect in question (Rick Marshall), it only
depicts his friend Bob Vaughn, who's portrayed as a surrogate murder
suspect: a furtive, creepy guy, speaking in a chilling monotone like
"Hal" from 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY, with a sinister, knowing smile on
his lips. That was NOT the real Bob Vaughn. The real Bob was almost a
Walter Cronkite type, genial and grandfatherly, truly one of the
nicest people I've ever known.
The film makes a big deal about Graysmith down in that basement,
hearing mysterious footsteps upstairs, the sounds of the Zodiac
suspect (or possibly the boogyman); Bob calmly assures him there's no
one up there. Graysmith has said in an interview that this is what
really happened, but I find that very hard to believe. Bob was married
in those days, and if anyone was walking around upstairs, it would've
been his wife (she died in a traffic accident in the 1980s if I recall
correctly).
This sequence in the movie concludes with Graysmith so terrified by
his visit that he races back upstairs, lunges for the front door and
is horrified to find that it's locked. (Turn the knob, dumbass.) Well,
I've been to that house more than a dozen times, and I was never
horror-stricken upon arrival *or* departure.
The film doesn't exactly spell out the history of the Zodiac
murders and their investigation. It actually follows Graysmith's own
obsession with the case, and that's not the same thing. I applaud the
guy for his dedication, and for turning up some useful information,
but many of his claims about the case have been debunked (see
http://www.zodiackillerfacts.com/graysmith6.htm).
Overall, the movie is pretty good. But its depiction of Bob Vaughn
is complete garbage.
dramatizes the hunt for the Zodiac Killer, and the large cast of
characters encountered along the way by Robert Graysmith of the San
Francisco Chronicle. One of them is the silent film organist Bob
Vaughn, who knew one of the suspects in the case. Graysmith hears a
tip about the suspect, which leads him to meet up with Bob.
ZODIAC's depiction has me feeling a little indignant, so I'd like
to set the record straight. I *knew* Bob Vaughn.
In the film, Bob invites Graysmith to his home, out in the sticks
somewhere; but in reality it was a tract house in the residential
Sunset district. In the film, the house had a basement, but in reality
it didn't, it had a garage on the ground floor and the house was built
over it, just like thousands of other San Francisco houses. In ZODIAC,
the "basement" is full of Bob's 35mm film collection, but in reality
Bob's prints were all 16mm.
All right, maybe none of that's a big deal. The actor playing Bob
looks nothing like him, but fine. It's a movie. But ZODIAC doesn't
even depict the murder suspect in question (Rick Marshall), it only
depicts his friend Bob Vaughn, who's portrayed as a surrogate murder
suspect: a furtive, creepy guy, speaking in a chilling monotone like
"Hal" from 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY, with a sinister, knowing smile on
his lips. That was NOT the real Bob Vaughn. The real Bob was almost a
Walter Cronkite type, genial and grandfatherly, truly one of the
nicest people I've ever known.
The film makes a big deal about Graysmith down in that basement,
hearing mysterious footsteps upstairs, the sounds of the Zodiac
suspect (or possibly the boogyman); Bob calmly assures him there's no
one up there. Graysmith has said in an interview that this is what
really happened, but I find that very hard to believe. Bob was married
in those days, and if anyone was walking around upstairs, it would've
been his wife (she died in a traffic accident in the 1980s if I recall
correctly).
This sequence in the movie concludes with Graysmith so terrified by
his visit that he races back upstairs, lunges for the front door and
is horrified to find that it's locked. (Turn the knob, dumbass.) Well,
I've been to that house more than a dozen times, and I was never
horror-stricken upon arrival *or* departure.
The film doesn't exactly spell out the history of the Zodiac
murders and their investigation. It actually follows Graysmith's own
obsession with the case, and that's not the same thing. I applaud the
guy for his dedication, and for turning up some useful information,
but many of his claims about the case have been debunked (see
http://www.zodiackillerfacts.com/graysmith6.htm).
Overall, the movie is pretty good. But its depiction of Bob Vaughn
is complete garbage.