I watch Netflix. But then, when I watch their dramatizations, and enjoy them as I do, I realize one thing. They’re not real. They’re not documentaries. They’re entertainment. They’re shows written by screenwriters whose dialogue is made up, played by actors who know nothing about their characters, presenting stories that reflect whatever the producers and directors want them to present. They can be great TV, but they’re still just entertainment.
Not everybody gets this.
Before “Making a Murderer” aired, a Google search of his name “would have revealed two nondescript news articles about routine local crime,” he alleges in a lawsuit. Now it turns up hundreds of thousands. He and his family have received violent threats that “fill the capacity of 28 compact discs,” the lawsuit claims. (Mr. Colborn, who retired in 2018, declined an interview request.)
