Welcome to a new blog devoted to true-crime entertainment — starting with my favorite TV series, Forensic Files.
Since it began in 1996, Forensic Files has rendered me helpless to hit the off button, even during four-hour marathons of episodes I’ve already seen three times.
But why? I don’t have a lot of interest in mitochondrial DNA and medium-velocity blood splatter — the scientific content that is the reason for the show’s existence.
I think the first reason for my affinity for the show is structure. The writers and editors tell the story in a compact way in 30 minutes, without the pre-commercial teasers and other repetition that network true-crime shows use to pad themselves into an hour or two.
Next, it fascinates me that people who look and act like PTA moms and dads — the kind of folks who would feel guilty about grabbing the last cupcake in the office break-room — can dial down their consciences enough to murder their spouses and make their own children half-orphans.
I guess the biggest reason I like Forensic Files so much is the biographical element of the stories. The late narrator Peter Thomas told the show’s tales compassionately yet without exploiting the victims in a maudlin way or otherwise manipulating viewers’ emotions.
But what about what happens after the closing music? The sentence-long epilogues that the producers have started adding to the closing credits are great – but I want more. I need more.
What happened to Pearl Cruz, the 15-year-old whose father used her as an accomplice to murder a beloved teacher (“Transaction Failed”)? How is Deborah Pignataro — who survived her husband’s attempt to kill her via massive doses of arsenic (“Bad Medicine”) — getting along with the side effects today?
And I have a few legal questions, too. How did Ron Gillette, who murdered his wife by pressing her face into a plastic bag (“Strong Impressions”), get out of jail after only 15 years? Why did Clay Daniels — before he made headlines by plotting with his wife, Molly Daniels, to fake his own death (“Grave Danger”) — receive a sentence of only 30 days for molesting his 7-year-old cousin?
With this blog, I hope to answer those types of questions and invite queries and perspective from other fans of Forensic Files and, in time, explore true crime movies and books as well. Please come along with me for our own investigation.—RR
The first True Crime Truant post: Q&A with former JAG attorney Mark F. Renner, who defended Ron Gillette.