Love and Death

I was due for a trashy true crime brain drain, and this one seemed like it would fit the bill. I didn’t expect much from it, but I never could have imagined the story of an extramarital affair culminating in someone getting hacked to bits with an axe could be such a snooze. It’s at least three times as long as it needs to be, heavily padded with repetition, superfluous characters and details, and a surplus of 1970s pop and disco hits peppering every other scene with heavy-handed irony. And for some reason this is coming less than a year after another miniseries about the same thing? I truly have no idea why I sat through the whole thing rather than just reading the incident’s appropriately succinct Wikipedia page.