Confusions, dilemmas, and disbeliefs passed through my mind the whole time I was watching this. Most of the time I'm on Nicole's side, but sometimes I also sympathize to O.J.; which is similar to how people in the film feel.The first few episodes give a very well-made introduction that shows how the culture and environment at that time affects and shapes the narcissistic, self-centered, and charismatic traits of O.J.
Breathtaking. No gimmicks, no voiceover, no intertitles: Edelman's astonishingly researched and edited magnum opus lets the story tell itself through
a wealth of footage, stills and interviews. And what a story: joining the dots between race, power and money in America, it's really no hyperbole to see this as a Shakespearean downfall. A must-see, even - no, especially - at 7.5 hours.
I resisted revisiting this story for a long time. It was lurid enough, sensational enough, and depressing enough the first time around. But O.J.: Made in America is a deeply accomplished, wrenching, illuminating work, full of empathy for every life involved and fully engaged in the broader social and historical contexts of the tragedy it dissects.
This is what our new golden age of television is good for. At different times biography, sociology, police procedural, courtroom drama—and gripping for all 7 hours—this lucidly recounted story of race, fame, wealth, and media imagery has too many brutal ironies and nuanced perspectives to name. The overwhelming urge is to step back, contemplate, and ache for all involved.
What a wallop! Firstly: I cannot imagine the amount of man hours and brain power that went into this sprawling immaculate thing. I cannot think of any documentary that has ever situated a uniquely American tragedy so adroitly within its context(s). There are punches (and combinations) in this thing that had my jaw on the floor. I cannot hyperbolically mix metaphors enough in service to this incredible masterpiece!
Very strong, but it didn't reach the ecstatic heights for me that it did for others. Perhaps my (minor) problem is with the (often illuminating) broad scope of the film: each strand ultimately stands on its own. Through it all, we learn about O.J. but he feels strangely absent as a man. Maybe Edelman's reluctance to editorialize left too many facets of O.J. to integrate into a single understandable psyche.
This is an astonishing accomplishment that explores profoundly nuanced conversations about race and celebrity. Ezra Edelman has truly given us something special here. As a viewer, I was struck by a range of emotions while watching...from wonder and awe to utter disgust and pity. If you were "Made in America," you need to see this documentary.