The more true crime I've watched, the more I'm absolutely convinced that capable, qualified and competent filmmaking is all but dead. This series is FAR TOO LONG, a single episode would have sufficed at a two-hour length and everything that still remains unknown would be unknown.
There's some interesting evidence that suggests Lewis is likely the perpetrator, but he was careful enough to keep from being linked to the case in any significant way. Sure, you could test capsules and whatnot for DNA, but my GOD, you have to remember this is cyanide- to handle this substance you absolutely have to wear strong gloves, and possibly a mask to avoid inhaling particulates. The state can present a whole lot of evidence to be tested, but the likelihood of even trace amounts of DNA being present is unlikely.
There's so much nonsensical information shoved in here, and a lot of people trying to put the cape on to portray themselves a hero, and we're even subjected to wild accusations, absolutely insane conspiracy theories, and a lot of blame for people who seem to have forgotten what life was actually like in the 80s. For sobbing out loud, NOTHING had safety caps, seals, etc., and far worse/more dangerous products than Tylenol. WE HAVE ICE CREAM THAT IS ABLE TO BE OPENED that became a ridiculous trend for a while.
The moronic 'journalists' (although I believe the female voice is a producer) who are gross in their approach and absolutely speaks to the quality of journalism as a whole in this current time. Brad is like fingernails on a blackboard type of bad at this in particular and I'm so grossed out by the 'meeting' with the nurse and fireman and the niece and great niece and talking about this like it's so unbelievable that no one has been arrested and this absolutely juvenile young girl is somehow an investigator and has the answers? Stop it and stop making yourself the story.
I sincerely hope someone else can pick this up as a story and put something coherent and compelling on the screen.
