TV Series Review
In an old Bloom County cartoon, Milo and his animal pals are staring at a television set, trying to figure out if they're watching news footage or a scene from an action flick. They can't quite decide if it's real (in which case they'd be sad and horrified) or fake (which would give them permission to hoot and holler and cheer).
That's an odd inconsistency in the human psyche, isn't it? A killing in real life is considered a tragedy. A killing (or several) on Criminal Minds or Psych is considered entertainment. If we found ourselves at an actual murder scene, it'd be a somber, serious and perhaps even sickening experience. But for the sake of a good story, some people will poke around crime scenes every night of the week on TV or online.
But what if something falls somewhere in between?
TNT's Cold Justice is an interesting examination of that sometimes blurry line dividing tragedy from entertainment. It's a reality show that feels deadly earnest about its goals: drag the guilty to jail and give victims a sense of closure. That's accomplished by criminal prosecutor Kelly Siegler and crime scene investigator Yolanda McClary (the real-life inspiration for CSI's character Marg Helgenberger) as they travel to small towns across the United States to poke around a clutch of cold cases.
Siegler, who pitched the idea to Law & Order creator Dick Wolf, believes they're performing a service. The small towns they travel to don't often have the resources of larger communities to solve complex murders. And their often-overburdened law enforcement officers don't have the time or experience needed to reopen years-old cases. Cold Justice has both the resources and experience to make a difference.
"We went to television and told them that there was this need and opportunity out there for all of these unsolved murder cases in little towns all across the country, that we had the experience to solve," Siegler told National Public Radio.
So Siegler and McClary don't just bring their expertise to town—they also truck in a bevy of cameras. By its very nature, Cold Justice isn't just about solving some nettlesome crimes, it's also about drawing in viewers. And to do so, it must dive into some of the most awful moments a small community can experience—scratching off scabs and poking into old wounds.
Is that necessarily a bad thing when a killer is potentially still on the loose? Siegler, McClary and their crew show no evidence of wanting to cause unnecessary pain. But to get at the truth, you have to sometimes draw a little blood. The locals involved could probably do without the cameras splashing their grief all over national television. But the benefit of getting a little justice outweighs the downside for most of them.
All that ambiguity and uncertainty makes Cold Justice uncomfortable watching. You are tuning in, after all, to an admittedly compelling hour of television predicated on the worst day of someone's life. You hear graphic descriptions of how someone died or was killed. The lives and habits of victims and their families, the guilty and innocent alike, are spread out across the screen for all to see and judge. These aren't Facebook posts designed to share something with a few friends. These are people in pain opening themselves up to strangers. That can be hard to watch. And if it's not, perhaps it should be.
Cold Justice is signaling that it will try its best to be sensitive—to both victims and viewers. But that sensitivity still leaves the door open for pictures of the deceased and descriptions of their deaths. Interviewers and their subjects sometimes swear. Emotions run high.
"What you are about to see is real and may be disturbing due to its graphic nature," we're told at the outset of episodes—an admission of the truth that reality hits us in a way fake blood and gore just can't match. We hear things the survivors themselves can't bear to stay in the room for and see things they refuse to witness, all for the sake of the televised story.
We see all the tears. We watch as investigators reenact the moment of the murder. We imagine the described blood and the screams and the horror.
And when TNT decides to rerun the show, we can see and hear and imagine it all again, forcing every viewer to grapple with whether this is more entertainment or news, and raising these questions: Might a series like this actually help some of us start sorting out the inconsistency in all that? Or will it just be one more step toward desensitization?