I've Had People Turn Me Down. Not

I've Been Horribly Depressed (lately), Which, As You Know, Can Be Terribly Time-consuming. I Mean, If You're Going To Do It Right, That Is.

If Someone Tells You That George Bush Is Not The 43rd President Of The United States, They Might Be Engaged In Wishful Thinking, Or Denial, But If They Make That Claim, It's Either True Or False! And You Can Assess That, Regardless Of Whether There's An Omniscient Narrator, Or An Unreliable Narrator, Or It's Shot In Vérité, Or It's Manipulated, It's Agitprop, Whatever! It Makes No Difference! It's A Style!

Long, Long Before I Became A Filmmaker I Was Talking To Killers. Filmmaking Was An After Thought.

Basically, "making A Murderer" Chronicles A Set Of Crimes Committed In Wisconsin: Manitowoc, Wisconsin. The First Crime Is A Miscarriage Of Justice. Steven Avery Is Convicted And Sentenced To A Very, Very Long Prison Sentence For The Assault On A Woman. And It Comes To Light Through Dna Evidence That He Was Not The Assailant.

You Can't Really Trust Anybody Who Doesn't Talk A Lot, Because How Would You Know What They're Thinking?