An obsessive peeper who enjoyed decades of onanistic pleasure at his oblivious guests’ expense, Mr. Foos shared his prurient interests and diaries with Mr. Talese, who documented them for The New Yorker in 2016. A poorly reviewed book followed, only to be briefly disavowed by Mr. Talese after The Washington Post unearthed serious discrepancies in Mr. Foos’s recollections. Filled with unasked questions and unverified assertions, “Voyeur” is a sad, strange tale of two men whose similarities of taste and temperament — including extreme ego, unbridled nosiness and a penchant for the lurid — are its real subject. “I’m the guy!” Mr. Foos rails, infuriated when media attention over the book focuses on Mr. Talese. And when one of the filmmakers tentatively asks Mr. Foos to explain an inaccuracy in his story, Mr. Talese vociferously objects, deriding the directors as mere “cameramen” and unfit to act as journalists.

Source: New York Times November 30, 2017 15:45 UTC