All Forms of Art

I hadn’t watched the first season of American Crime Story . Never felt very interested in the show and the only reason I watched this most recent season was because it was about Versace. I got very intrigued by the show because I remember the case, as it was thoroughly explored by the media at the time. So I decided I’d give the series a try. I didn’t know a lot about Versace’s life. Almost nothing really, so I can’t truly criticize the choices by the production when it came to the story. However, I have a problem with the title. It may have been better not to call it “the assassination of Versace”, but rather “Versace’s killer” as the protagonist is not the designer but rather his killer and this wasn’t exactly what most people seemed to expect going in. This was also the case for me and I must admit I got a bit disappointed. The show is good enough to make you curious and keep you watching it but it isn’t all that exciting. Even so, if you were able to skip past the

This is one of those situations where I’m not sure what to say in a review of this show. The show is… not good. Sure, Renée Zellweger helps (a lot) but she isn’t enough to pull the show through its mediocrity. When she isn’t on the screen, we aren’t left with not much at all, unfortunately. It’s a lot of fun to see her trying to impersonate a femme fatal , with zero ethics or moral principles, but it’s a little too stereotyped for my personal taste. Yet, it’s definitely the best part of the entire show. That alone, speaks volumes. The story is primarily about secrets and all characters are, somehow, emotionally broken. Some of them don’t even make a whole lot of sense and while watching you’re commonly asking yourself why they’re even here, to begin with. It looks like they don’t belong. They are connected by bonds of blood or friendship but everything seems a bit too shallow. I felt as though these were a bunch of random stories that someone desperately tried to conne