Crime documentaries are a dime a dozen. They’re like a family sized pizza consumed solo on the couch on what should be a sociable Saturday night. It feels like a good idea and you enjoy every single minute of it, but soon after it’s all done you feel a bit… gross and guilty.
The Jinx is a little different. The thing about this six-part HBO documentary is that it doesn just’t go snooping into some very grizzly unsolved murders, it actually speaks directly to the suspected killer, the highly odd and deeply fucking creepy billionaire Robert Durst. In fact his involvement with the documentary becomes deeper and more tangled as the thing progresses. He hears that Andrew Jarecki and Marc Smerling are making a film about him and insists he be involved and interviewed, but he doesn’t realise that every time he appears in public his highly unusual behaviour seems to unravel him even more.
The focus of the documentary begins to pivot. Durst’s relationship with the filmmakers become the engrossing part, which is quite the feat considering the highly controversial nature of the murders being discussed. It’s real life on real life on real life. And my God, it’s good.
We dare not issue any spoilers here, but let’s just say Durst remains very, very much the source of suspicion and speculation and despite not taking home the Emmy this week, the documentary will go down in history as one of the most unique and engrossing of it’s genre.