Essays and think
pieces about Netflix's Making a Murderer continue to pop up all
over the internet. Often mentioned in passing are earlier examples of
the "wrongful conviction documentary," like the first season of the
Serial podcast, and the Paradise Lost series. And with reverence,
some mention what many consider to be the granddaddy of the sub-genre,
The Thin Blue Line.
Made
in 1988 by filmmaker Errol Morris, The Thin Blue Line looks at the
Texas case of Randall Adams, imprisoned for the murder of a police
officer. It's a case with no physical evidence and highly questionable
eyewitness accounts. Adams was nevertheless convicted, primarily because
(as the documentary argues) the only other viable suspect was 16 years
old and therefore ineligible for the death penalty -- and forces of
"justice" really wanted to take someone's life in exchange for the
murdered officer.
Watching
The Thin Blue Line today is surely nothing like the experience of
seeing it in 1988 would have been, for so many reasons. For one, now
that we have the other true crime stories I mentioned earlier, the case
presented here seems shockingly simple. After you've seen Paradise Lost
reveal evidence ignored at trial, heard Serial devote an entire episode
to a single alternative suspect, or seen Making a Murderer
systematically cast doubt on each piece of the prosecution's evidence,
you expect more twists in the case of Randall Adams. But all it really
boils down to is: Adams' story is a perfectly unconvincing blend of
bizarre and routine, stacked against the testimony of four witnesses all
with motives to either lie or overstate their certainty. No DNA,
fibers, ballistics (in part because this murder occurred in the 70s). No
nothing.
Another
difference is that the ultimate outcome of this case is known. I
suppose the same would be true for anyone who watched Paradise Lost
today; I myself watched those films while appeals were still being
pursued. But unlike Serial or Making a Murderer, cases that don't really
have an "ending" as a fictional story would, you're a quick Google
search away from finding out if Randall Adams was released or died in
prison. I suppose it's no surprise that a decades-old story wouldn't
feel as immediate, but it does turn out that immediacy is part of the
intoxicating appeal of these true crime stories.
But
because you're at a remove from this story, it's easier to evaluate it
as a piece of filmmaking -- and there too, watching it today is very
different from how seeing it in 1988 would have been. As in fiction
movies, you get the sense that this documentary was creating techniques
copied by later ones. Indeed, the way The Thin Blue Line introduces new
wrinkles into its story is almost exactly how Making a Murderer does it
-- all you're missing is the 20-second countdown before Netflix
automatically starts playing the next episode. Other aspects have fallen
by the wayside and look quite dated, such as the repeated reenactments
of the police officer's murder, realized with spotty production values.
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