James Vanderbilt's adaptation of Robert Graysmith's book is wonderful. The 2 hours and 40 minutes moved effortlessly. The blood and guts were a little much for me but were used in context.
It reveals how the murderer took more than the lives of those he killed.
As a viewer, I connected with the obsession. Most of us, if we are honest, have permitted an obsession to take over our life at least once. A parent, child, job, hobby and of course the object of one's affection.
What's your latest obsession?