As a true crime junkie, I anxiously awaited the arrival of this show. The set decorators and wardrobe didn't disappoint - from the depiction of a "lavish" '70s-'80s home and a little David Soul mood music to Jessica Biel's poodle perm and giant glasses, it all looked spot-on to this early '80s child. (my only complaint: A proper churchgoing woman of this era would have worn a "slip" under her dress so you couldn't see through it and be deemed a harlot! ;)
I voraciously watched the first couple of episodes, but then decided to do some side research on the real case. It was disconcerting to realize how much the filmmakers and producers (including a irk herself) played with facts - brazenly playing up Candy as some sort of perfect - if sexually frustrated - homemaker, while the woman she brutally killed (played by. Melanie Lynskey - again stuck in a quirky, "not-hot-enough" role) is portrayed as a frustrated, potentially child-abusing whiner. (There are some glimmers of Candy's duplicity and controlling nature - but she still seems built to rouse sympathy among viewers.) Truth is that Candy's victim was a well-liked, attractive woman who now - thanks to this show - is depicted almost as if she deserves to be murdered.
So let me get this straight: The family of this poor woman must not only blithely look the other way while watching their deceased mom demonized, we all should cheer for Candy after she not only cheats on her "friend" by sleeping with her husband, but then violently offs her besides? Not cool, Hulu. Not cool, Jessica.
So let me get this straight: The family of this poor woman must not only blithely look the other way while watching their deceased mom demonized, we all should cheer for Candy after she not only cheats on her "friend" by sleeping with her husband, but then violently offs her besides? Not cool, Hulu. Not cool, Jessica.