THE MURDER OF NICOLE BROWN SIMPSON

 

THE MURDER OF NICOLE BROWN SIMPSON: D- 

Stupidity has hit a whole new level. I feel somewhat bad for saying that as I once met the director, Daniel Farrands at a convention in St. Louis years ago. It's funny because when I met him all those years ago we talked of how a director had more or less butchered one of his screenplays. Nevetheless this film was just bad. Bad in about everyway a film can be bad. 

Why a D- instead of an F? Well I have to give credit where credit is due. Mena Suvari and Nick Stahl despite what they had to work with still gave convincing performances for the most part. When actors do their best, despite everything else, I have to give them props for effort. 

This film is tasteless. Plain and simple, absolutely tasteless. I remember first hearing of the plausible connection to Glen Rogers over 20 years ago. I thought it was a farfetched, damn near 0% plausibility theory back then and I think the same thing now.  To entertain such an improbable postulation makes a mockery of a very real tragedy where loved ones lost their lives in a very real heinous event. To treat  a matter of this magnitude as a novelty is rather shameful. 

It absolutely astounds me the filth that can get green lit when so many good, solid ideas lay dormant. This film hooked it's audience in with a clever title making them think that they were getting into a depiction of real life events and then unabashedly pulled a bait and switch into this ridiculous circus of obvious sensationalism and fiction.   

It's hard to even evaluate this film in any other area as that cardinal sin forever cements it into pipes that carry our sewage. Flush it down the toilet where it belongs.  This film was pure waste.