Review: “True Crime Story: The Assassination of Gianni Versace”
Why did I watch this? Crime isn’t my area of interest for fiction, and—ah, ha! Because I review too much animation. People reading my diary want me to expand outside of my comfort zone.
This miniseries is, as expected, very over dramatized. How do we know everyone said all of this? At times, it feels a bit 90’s Lifetime. You’ll forget about that when the show gets good.
The good: Ricky Martin as Versace’s lover, presenting an LGBT villain for a change, teaching a whole new generation about the importance of gay equality in the 90’s, Penelope Cruz as Donatella.
The amazing: the series makes you think. What’s a thought? I know, right? TV material often goes lazy. The show takes us into the perceived mind of a serial killer. He had the brain capacity to do anything he believed in, and rather than become like the people he killed, he was driven mad into a life of crime.
As an Illinois youth, Lee Miglin’s murder was familiar to me. His episode opens with a Governor Jim Edgar event. I actually met Gov. Edgar. My parents met him. My friend’s dad worked with him. My, you get it. Very close to home when I saw that whole segment about people celebrating Chicago success stories at the fictional luncheon. Don’t ask me why, nobody ever told me the same person was the very guy murdering Mr. Versace. How I escaped into adulthood unsure, forgive me. So glad seeing it all connected here for Lee Miglin’s death, and his being robbed of what accomplishments he could have had, to be remembered.
With these programs, you take what you can get. I’m happy at the moment watching a show causing me to wonder.