The keen point of interest in docu-sprawl of the kind typified by Berlinger's Bundy deal--which is weirdly not wholly unlike Edelman's 19th-centruy-style O.J. epic, except more rapaciously single-minded--is that we find the ghastly aberrant individual snug in his inexorable historicity. Listen, I'm like most everybody else: I love this shit for all the wrong reasons. Berlinger ain't what he was but I'll take it.
If you ever read up on Bundy, there is not much new information or depth of analysis here. Yet it still remains a morbidly fascinating case of evil hidden in plain sight. One is also left with a feeling that this does not apply only to Bundy himself (who really was a piece of garbage), as the final ironic scenes of people cheering the execution shows.