Were it not for Joe Berlinger's documentary 'companion piece', Conversations With a Killer, I would likely have been surprised at how bad 'Extremely Wicked' is. As a documentarian with his filmmaking partner, the late Bruce Sinofsky, Joe Berlinger has been responsible for some brilliant work, most notably the Paradise Lost series.
I'm not sure if my expectations were too high going into Conversations. But as a result of Conversations, my expectations for the follow up movie -- starring a weirdly tanned but otherwise very beige Zac Efron -- were revised downwards. Sadly, they still weren't met.
To be honest, I can't think of any good reason to revisit this man's story, regardless of the fake focus shift on to an innocent party. The facts are few, the vibe of the time poor, so as both linear story or attempt at impressionism, it fails. It doesn't honor the victims, it doesn't get to the heart of the soulless killer, it doesn't reflect the efforts of law enforcement and it doesn't even do much for Liz Kendall.
The Miami trial is ludicrous and ludicrously cast, with John Malkovich in fine form as Judge John Malkovich, and Sheldon as the DA. What the eff is that about?
If this movie tells us anything, it's that Bundy is dead and his story has been done to death.