The Kings of Tupelo: A Southern Crime Saga

Then by god this is the documentary series for you.

The characters are charming and the production is great, typical for any Netflix series like this.

There's no need for me to spoil any of the plot here. There are many people across the country and particularly in the deep south that are prone to conspiratorial &/or mystical/religious thinking - as in believing in things that are not in any way provable. It's a condition of humanity and we're all susceptible. It's simply the degree to which certain people can be TREMENDOUSLY, spectacularly susceptible. In this case, an individual who is so prone to believing in fantasy that they had to make a whole Netflix series about it.

Enjoy!

I'm not an Elvis fan. In high school one of the kids in my class was an Elvis impersonator and he went on the junior year trip to Germany with a bunch of us and entertained us in the bus. I'd had enough of Elvis then and TBH that almost stopped me from watching this. I am so glad it didn't.

Gosh this is fun. And freaky. The characters we meet are really like carnies. I almost wonder if they were coached by the producers... (but let's not go there and besides who cares).

The 3 episodes fly by. Thank God it isn't 8 episodes (sometimes these series drag). And I really did not have a clue "who dun it" and was surprised when the be reveal happens.

Paul Curtis is wonderful. And I'm glad to have met him and his family and the extended "family" of all those who got caught up in this circus. I wish him happiness and the freedom to pursue any conspiracies he wants. Lord knows the next four years will be full of possibilities. We will need his tenacity and perseverance.

Thank you. Thank you thank you.

..... and I loved it! Caricatures who believe they are larger than live getting mixed up in conspiracy theory after conspiracy theory. No one got harmed luckily at the end (physical at least) so I can really say I had a good laugh over this. Paul Curtis seems likeable and probably is that kind of person who would check all reviews here so Paul: If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck...... Too many people found themselves too important (eg. Mr Holland & Mr Curtis & Mr Dutschke). This documentary was keeping me wondering what drama will come next that had me giggling...... "They ain't got the sense God gave a piss ant."

I had to stay up late to finish the series, but it was well worth the lost sleep. What a gem! I had no expectations when I started watching. The documentary held my attention and transformed what felt like a drab day into something vibrant. Bravo to the directors, writers, editors, film crew, sound crew, and especially to the genuine people who lived the story being told.

There's a lot to unpack in this show. I initially thought I could predict its trajectory, only to look back at the end and realize how completely off I was. As someone who mostly enjoys documentaries and films that lean toward darker, more dramatic themes, I tend to overlook shows with trailers that suggest a lighter narrative. I'm so glad I broke that cycle. I would rate it a 9/10.

When work dries up a little, Elvis impersonator Kevin takes on the role of a janitor, on a job he discovers a severed head, a discovery that convinces him that body parts are being sold. Kevin gets mixed up in a plan to send ricin to The President.

The last time I watched a documentary as wild and crazy as this, it was Tiger King, this is pretty much on the same lines, all shades of crazy.

I binge watched it all in one go, I had to, it really is that good. Very well paced, packed with intrigue, loaded with humour, I found Kevin quite an amusing, and generally likeable character.

One thing that baffles me, whoever was running the case needed to be spoken to, who on Earth would have thought that Kevin was capable of making ricin, come on.

Honestly, it's absolutely bonkers, and Kevin may seem like a total, conspiracy theory obsessive, you discover there's a grain of truth in what he discovered.

Bonkers, but hugely entertaining.

8/10.