Errol Morris's unique documentary dramatically re-enacts the crime scene and investigation of a police officer's murder in Dallas, Texas. Briefly, a drifter (Randall Adams) ran out of gas and was picked up by a 16-year-old runaway (David Harris). Later that night, they drank some beer, smoked some marijuana, and went to the movies. Then, their stories diverged. Adams claimed that he left for his motel, where he was staying with his brother, and went to sleep. Harris, however, said that they were stopped by police late that night, and Adams suddenly shot the officer approaching their car. The film shows the audience the evidence gathered by the police, who were under extreme pressure to clear the case. It strongly makes a point that the circumstantial evidence was very flimsy. In fact, it becomes apparent that Harris was a much more likely suspect and was in the middle of a crime spree, eventually ending up on Death Row himself for the later commission of other crimes. Morris implies ...
Tad Dibbern <DIBBERN_D@a1.mscf.upenn.edu>
A softcore movie, Dr. Death, a chocolate milkshake, a nosey blonde and "The Carol Burnett Show." Solving this mystery is going to be murder.
Did You Know?
When Errol Morris
first attempted to film Randall Adams
, he was suspicious and nervous and stopped talking several times. Morris urged him to continue, saying, "Look, I really believe you're innocent; this is your only chance." According to Morris' account, " So then the cameraman take me aside and tells me I'm debased, and that this is the most disgusting thing he's ever seen in his entire life, and that he will not be a party to it anymore. That I make him sick. And I tell him if I want a moral philosopher, I would hire Emmanuel Kant. See more
Were you surprised when the police blamed him?
They didn't blame him. I did. A scared sixteen year old kid. He would sure like to get out of it if he can.
Do you think they believed you?
No doubt. Must have. They didn't have nothing else until I give them something, so... I guess they get something, they run with it, you know.
Were you surprised they believed you?
I might have been. I don't know. I was hoping they'd believe me, you know. After all was said and done it was kind of unbelievable. ...
In memory of my brother Noel Ian Morris (1942-1983) See more
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