Faced with an Andrew Cunanan (or an Eric Harris or a Dylan Klebold), we demand explanations, a why to complete the who-where-when. Say Cunanan was a fucked-up rent boy who lost it. Blame teenage persecution or violent video games for Littleton. Just remember that "there are deeply criminal people who will never kill anybody, and perfectly nice individuals who one day will run amok with an AK-47. Until a person goes postal, he just looks like part of the landscape." The truest, most disturbing thing about Three Month Fever is its blunt assertion that there isn't always an explanation at least not one you'll hear on the evening news.