I tried. I really did, because I generally like 30 for 30. But hours of tribbling nonsense about Oscar Pistorius'' hard life, his missing his mum, his amazing strengths and kindness...and not one bloody meaningful segment on the woman he killed. No perspective. No balance. This is an unmoored love letter to Pistorius, one he doesn't deserve and should not be given. And no honest look at what he did. And no accountability from him, his friends, his family or his colleagues. Do I think Pistorius did some great things, absolutely. But that is a completely separate story from what he did that night, who Reeva was, what she experienced and deserved, all of her promise lost.. Shame of the director, shame on the producers, shame on ESPN and shame on Netflix.
