Who Killed Little Gregory?

A brilliant and breathtaking reconstitution of a multifaceted investigation, an allegorical epic on media and justice, secrets and lies, ambitions and misfortunes, community and individualism, violence and envy. All through highly fanciful, quixotic and controversial real-life characters. This documentary series is one of the best Netflix has ever produced.

Once again Netflix promised a true crime story and ended up showing us mostly the memories of a particular french reporter on the case and the miserable approach of the media in 1980ies. So many questions left unanswered. No focus on the details of the murder and its investigation at all. 6 points only because of the craziness of the story itself and definetly not because of the way how Netflix failed to cover it.

Mysterious relatives, years of phone calls and letters threatening the family. Why wasn't this taken seriously by the family? Why wasn't the child not kept of anyone's eyesight? Why weren't the cops called? I think the niece's claims were credible, that she was in the car with her uncle (interestingly she described a house they drove to, but no mention whether the house was located). I believe her original story was true. She told that story to the cops before any pressure was applied to her and schoolmates did say she wasn't on the school bus (something else comes to mind. The uncle is having sex with her.) Of course the family pressured her to change the story. Anyway, what happened to the handwriting samples? Has anyone reexamined the evidence forensically? Has a profiler be brought in to read the keys and listen to the phone calls? Have they determined if it's a male or female voice? The family would recognize the voice of a family member, right?

This is it. The alleged killer is dead. But what a great war between the gendarmes, the police and a young narcissist idiot who is the DA. We'll never know the truth... or do we?

This series fails as a true crime documentary, it is far too messy and poorly structured. But it triumphs as a scathing indictment of sensationalist media and fame seeking. These blood sucking vultures are a cancer on our society, hiding behind the freedom of the press in their quest for a quick buck and exploitation of civilians. The prime example in this documentary is Jean Ker, a laughable excuse for a "journalist", deserving nothing but scorn and directly responsible for someone getting killed. The one moment which made me feel warm inside was in the penultimate episode where a photographer got his a** kicked.