Probably the most grossly fetishistic true crime "documentary" I've seen. Joshua Zeman seemed to be having an unhealthy amount of fun making this, from gleefully approaching an elderly homeowner of a house where a murder happened, to make sure she becomes aware of that fact on camera; to what appears to be guerilla style midnight filming of another killer's grave and their victim's graves, on top of frequent unannounced, unedited scenes from actual real life murders.
Even ignoring that, the film seems rather like a gaunt murder tour for Zeman rather than a planned documentary... Why else could you explain taking Candyman, a deeply black story involving urban decay in Chicago and slavery, and deciding its real life parallel is... a white Southern man who poisoned his children in a morbid insurance scam?
Probably the most grossly fetishistic true crime "documentary" I've seen. Joshua Zeman seemed to be having an unhealthy amount of fun making this, from gleefully approaching an elderly homeowner of a house where a murder happened, to make sure she becomes aware of that fact on camera; to what appears to be guerilla style midnight filming of another killer's grave and their victim's graves, on top of frequent unannounced, unedited scenes from actual real life murders.
Even ignoring that, the film seems rather like a gaunt murder tour for Zeman rather than a planned documentary... Why else could you explain taking Candyman, a deeply black story involving urban decay in Chicago and slavery, and deciding its real life parallel is... a white Southern man who poisoned his children in a morbid insurance scam?
