This documentary examines the personality of the former wife and accomplice of the sinister French serial killer. A film broadcast this Monday, November 27 at 9 p.m. on BFM TV while the widow of Michel Fourniret is called before the courts again from this Tuesday.
There are no words to describe Michel Fourniret, a ic rapist and killer who confessed to eleven murders before disappearing in 2021. A man with a cold gaze who seemed committed body and soul to a perverse design. For Monique Olivier, sentenced to life imprisonment in 2008 and called before the courts again from Tuesday November 28, the psychological analyzes seem to be faulty.
Where should we clify this wife who served as bait to attract young women? Was she under influence? Did she consciously want to help her husband? Investigators often asked themselves the question when hearing the confessions of this strange black widow, who only managed to speak after hours of silence. “You could have released the victims when your husband was not home », they tell him. Chilling response: “Yes, that’s true, but I didn’t think about it…»
Difficult first marriage
We understand this by watching Monique Olivier, la diabolique, a less sensationalist documentary but just as informative as the Netflix one released in March. She had sworn loyalty to this authoritarian husband who had extricated her from the inanity of her existence: an affectionless childhood, a dull adolescence, a laborious first marriage. And the feeling of not counting for anyone. In 1987, a prisoner placed an ad in Le Pèlerin to find someone to correspond with. Monique Olivier, then a nurse, wrote to him. Their missives reveal a cold but flirtatious Fourniret and a Monique Olivier ready for anything. In particular to help him attract “membranes on legs”, the adjective used by Fourniret to designate the young women he will and kill as soon as he leaves prison.
Complete lack of empathy
So it was Monique Olivier who brought Isabelle Laville, 17 years old, to her husband in December 1987. She, again, drove the van in the back of which Joanna Parrish, 20 years old, was struggling, three years later. She heard everything, but said nothing. “Would a criminologist himself understand anything about it?», asks the father of this British woman today. Monique Olivier’s low intellectual level and her lack of self-esteem provide the beginning of an answer, but do not explain such a lack of empathy. Because, rare certainty in this macabre case, Monique Olivier knew what she was doing. Today, the widow only reveals the crucial information that she possesses in dribbles. An attitude which could, according to an expert, hide a form of “posthumous tribute” to her evil husband