Amanda Knox, who grew to become a global headline in 2007, when, as an American scholar spending a yr in Perugia, Italy, she was (wrongly) accused of the homicide and sexual assault of her British roommate, Meredith Kercher, is now the topic, and government producer, of “The Twisted Tale of Amanda Knox,” an eight-part docudrama premiering Wednesday on Hulu. (Her boyfriend of 1 week, Raffaele Sollecito, additionally wrongly accused, doesn’t appear to have garnered comparable consideration, which could inform you one thing about misogyny within the prurient press, and its viewers.)
The “Twisted Tale” within the title — odd for a narrative of homicide, rape and false imprisonment — means that we’re about to see one thing kind of pleasant, like “The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack” or “The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants,” an impression underscored by a prologue within the fashion of “Amélie,” the whimsical French movie the couple was elsewhere watching on the evening of the homicide; it ties the sufferer, the accused and her prosecutor/persecutor collectively in a kind of fairy story. Just like the very lengthy end-title “any similarity” disclaimer, concluding “The series includes Amanda Knox’s perspective on events related to the murder of Meredith Kercher,” it permits the collection to be one thing lower than true: a story.
Individuals inform themselves tales to reside, to haul out that Joan Didion quote as soon as once more, which unavoidably requires making up tales about different individuals. These occasions concerned lots of people, solely considered one of whom is an government producer of this collection, based mostly on her memoir, “Waiting To Be Heard.” (Knox co-wrote the finale, as nicely.) One assumes that a few of these different individuals would possibly see this venture as exploitation, or object to how they’ve been represented, although any dissenting voices can be drowned by a publicity machine that may market this as a real story, disclaimer apart. In gentle of the collection, Knox has been just lately profiled within the New York Occasions, alongside star Grace Van Patten, and within the Hollywood Reporter, alongside fellow government producer and scandal survivor Monica Lewinsky, who inspired her to make the collection.
These are qualities — faults? — “Twisted Tale” shares with each docudrama ever, a problematic style a lot beloved by filmmakers and actors; nonetheless, as often as such initiatives come up, particularly within the age of true crime, we wouldn’t nonetheless be speaking about “Citizen Kane” at the moment if it merely had been “Citizen Hearst.” We should always at the least take into account as accountable viewers and residents that what we’re seeing right here, nevertheless factual in its essential factors, scrupulous in its particulars, and fascinating in its philosophy, and nevertheless faithfully the actors embody their real-life fashions, it’s unavoidably an impression of the reality, constructed out with imagined scenes and conversations and made to play upon your emotions. It isn’t journalism. And to be clear, after I converse of those characters under, I’m referring solely to how they’re portrayed within the collection, to not the individuals whose names they share.
Francesco Acquaroli as Giuliano Mignini and Roberta Mattei as Monica Napoleoni, the investigators on the case, in “The Twisted Tale of Amanda Knox.”
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Created by Ok.J. Steinberg (“This Is Us”), the collection is well-acted, well-written, impressively mounted, tonally contradictory, chronologically disjointed, overlong, disturbing, exhausting, fascinating each for its topic and stagecraft, and briefly inspirational, as Amanda (Van Patten) — arrested, jailed, convicted, acquitted, re-convicted and positively re-acquitted — turns into a voice within the innocence motion (“My freedom mattered and I was going to make the most of it as long as I had it”) and returns to Italy, a spouse and mom, for one thing like closure.
Echoing the 2016 Netflix documentary “Amanda Knox,” which tells the story (as much as that time) in a streamlined however thought-provoking 90 minutes, there was some care to characterize completely different factors of view, with episodes devoted to Raffaele and prosecutor cum investigator Giuliano Mignini (Francesco Acquaroli), additionally launched “Amélie”-style. (As to Kercher, we hear solely that “she likes to sunbathe and dance and read mystery novels” — although something extra could be presumptuous.) Raffaele, the superhero-loving son of a troubled mom, made himself right into a “protector.” Mignini, who misplaced a brother to “lawlessness,” sees his work as heaven-sent — although he was additionally impressed by Gino Cervi as Georges Simenon’s detective hero within the Sixties TV collection “Le inchieste del commissario Maigret.” (He adopts that character’s pipe and hat.) “I made a vow to God,” he says, narrating, “no matter the disapproval or dissent, deviant, ritual murders would not go unpublished on my watch.”
Subjected to an especially lengthy interrogation with out enough illustration in a language she imperfectly understands, and through which she has bother making herself understood — detective superintendent Monica Napoleoni (Roberta Mattei) is the indignant Javert — Knox indicators a false confession that additionally implicates her typically boss, Patrick Lumumba (Souleymane Seye Ndiaye). She rapidly recants, to little avail. (Knox has not been acquitted of slandering Lumumba.) That the precise killer is arrested, and convicted, merely causes the police to rewrite their story a bit, whereas nonetheless specializing in Amanda and Raffaele. The press runs leaks and accusations from the authorities; and a fascinated public eats it up, spitting out opinions onto social media.
Director Michael Uppendahl employs a wide range of kinds to get the story advised. Some scenes are so pure as to look improvised; others make use of heavy techniques — an assaultive sound design, flash cuts — to evoke the strain Amanda is beneath, from each the self-satisfied authorities and a hectoring press. (Paparazzi is an Italian phrase, in spite of everything.) Stirring music underlies her closing assertion to the courtroom; a letter despatched by Amanda to Mignini is lit from inside, just like the lethal glass of milk in Hitchcock’s “Notorious.” Whereas not inappropriate to a narrative through which fictions swamp details, these zigs and zags can pull you out of the story relatively than drawing you deeper in.
As Amanda, Van Patten (of the Van Patten performing/directing dynasty — Dick, Joyce, Tim, Vincent, with Grace’s sister Anna enjoying Amanda’s youthful sister) is sort of exceptional, switching between English and an ever-improving Italian. Acquaroli, quietly astonishing, brings humanity and the merest contact of weary humor to his cussed policeman. Sharon Horgan performs Amanda’s intense, demanding mom, with John Hoogenakker as her extra subdued father. In a scene pulled straight from the “Amanda Knox” documentary, a reporter asks him when there’ll be a movie: “The longer you wait the less her story is going to be worth.” “We do not think of our daughter as a hot property,” he replies.
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