SERIAL KILLERS DON'T DESERVE much sympathy, but, Jeez, can't we leave them alone for a while? There aren't all that many multiple maniacs in the forensic literature--not nearly so many, it seems, as in the new movies. To judge from Hollywood's fall fad, folks can't go to bed or step into a shower or visit a ladies' room without bumping into an evil genius who has exotic plans for kitchen cutlery. With Seven, Never Talk to Strangers and now Copycat, serial-killer thrillers are as thick and windy as Republican candidates in New Hampshire.
Copycat, directed by Jon Amiel (The Singing Detective,...