In 2006, a young man named Kyle Huff attended a rave. He didn't normally go to events like this "Better Off Undead" party, and he hung close to the walls. He was invited back to a Capitol Hill house for an after-party. Then at 7 a.m., he went to his car, retrieved several weapons and an extraordinary amount of ammunition, spray-painted "NOW" on the sidewalk and the steps of several houses, and killed six people on the porch and in the house before killing himself. Five years after what is known as the "Capitol Hill Massacre," local filmmaker Jagger Gravning announced his plan to make a movie based on the events of that night. From what I can tell, something soured in the making of this film. It's so firmly rooted in the killer's perspective that, most of the time, the ravers seem unlikable and cliquey instead of joyful and loving. Wallflower confidently walks the audience through the increasingly aggravated and violent mental gymnastics of a murderer trying to justify his impending massacre—and does so without ever knocking the killer off his imagined pedestal. I felt that the film makes the murderer seem powerful and the killer's paranoia seem real. It gives attention and validation to the man who wrote in his suicide note that this traumatic event was "the most important thing to happen since man began."