Az elátkozott: Robert Durst halálos élete

Az elátkozott: Robert Durst halálos élete (2015) 

You have to clear the dust out of the place in your heart for 60-year-old men on the run from the police who can't think of a better disguise than a mute old lady. Who, when they disguise themselves by shaving their heads, take off their eyebrows as well for good measure, and even when they have forty grand in cash in their car and the police in fifty states are on the lookout for them, they'll go to the convenience store for a chicken sandwich because fuck you, that's why. Piecing together the backstory and psychological profile of an individual who is in such disdain of mainstream society that even his privileged status as a millionaire heir doesn't quench the urge to smoke weed with some Texas white trash in the middle of nowhere or just ride around the world with a stranger's identity, ideally that of the person he chopped up like a lego minifig the day before, well that’s fun just as a matter of principle. The escapades of this confused psychopath, who deftly slips out of any trouble, if only because his rich developer family keeps covering his ass so he doesn't ruin their brand, then decades later takes it upon himself to tell his story, combined with his inability to remember to take the microphone off when he has to mutter to himself what a murderous piece of shit he is, that is definitely worth a documentary. A single, two-hour one, cut down to get rid of the sensationalist neighborhood monologues, repeated speculation, and cheaply shot scenes. Judging by the way Jarecki always got fancied up for those interviews, I was expecting a punchline at the end that he's actually been trying to sell Durst a car the whole time. (2018.12.31)