Every journalist's dream come true. A reclusive, erratic millionaire from a prosperous New York family, suspected of multiple homicides and who convinced a jury he dismembered a person in self-defense, calls you up and asks to pour his soul out to deliver his version of events.
The result is astonishing. This true crime rabbit hole might seem a little bit petty at first and really would've been so if Robert Durst didn't "wisely" decide to narrate every excuse, every supposed motive, and every circumstantial lead this decade-spanning case has against him. It is hard to comprehend what could have possibly motivated him. Did he want attention? Was he feeling so invincible that he thought he could just sit down with HBO and just recount all the things he definitely didn't do?
The finale of the series will probably immediately prompt you to Google where this man is now, only to unfortunately find out that justice has eluded him until the end.
The result is astonishing. This true crime rabbit hole might seem a little bit petty at first and really would've been so if Robert Durst didn't "wisely" decide to narrate every excuse, every supposed motive, and every circumstantial lead this decade-spanning case has against him. It is hard to comprehend what could have possibly motivated him. Did he want attention? Was he feeling so invincible that he thought he could just sit down with HBO and just recount all the things he definitely didn't do?
The finale of the series will probably immediately prompt you to Google where this man is now, only to unfortunately find out that justice has eluded him until the end.