O.J.: Made in America ★★★½

This film tries so hard to be about "America today," but at some point around hour five it transcends this present moment and becomes a grotesque exploration of sycophancy, best personified, I think, by O.J.'s wealthy Brentwood neighbors who, two decades later, can still barely hide their hard-ons for that black stud and his foxy white wife god bless her soul but what did she expect? Soulless courtesans, every one.