Most people who know me are aware of the passionate love affair that exists between me, my bed and Netflix.
Since the Wallace family invested in Netflix about a year ago I’ve been hooked, spending endless nights lying in my fairy-lit bed with a juicy drama or a romcom playing on my laptop. In the past week, however, I’ve felt slightly guilty for binge watching to my heart’s content. Not because I’ve spent more time in my bed than being social, but because I’ve been watching something that really shouldn’t be ‘binge watched’ at all.
Keen Netflixers like me weren’t prepared for what ‘Making a Murderer’ was to bring. To begin with, I had never even heard of the documentary until my Facebook feed blew up with the response that was generated by the public. Of course I was going to check out what the hype was all about and now, four days after first tuning in, I am ashamed to say that I am absolutely hooked on it.
Usually the only shame that Netflix brings to me is the fact that I probably invest more time in it than real-life human beings. However, the fact that I am addicted to watching a series which documents the absolute hell Steven Avery and his family have had to go through in the past 30 years. It is different watching the destruction of a family happen when the family themselves are completely fictional. Making a Murderer is real life and so watching the utter torture of a family makes the addiction a lot more chilling. At the end of the day, the series is wholly about a man’s life which is completely destroyed, and I feel so guilty for being so engrossed in watching that happen.
I’m not going to ruin it for those who haven’t watched Making a Murderer yet, however what I will say is that you need to thoroughly brace yourself beforehand. Whether or not you believe Steven Avery is guilty of the murder of Teresa Halbach doesn’t matter. The biggest crime committed here is the addiction you will undoubtedly develop for watching a man’s life crumble before your eyes.