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A tricked-up documentary likeCold Case Hammarskjoldreminds you that conspiracy theories make for great yarns.
They have beginnings, middles, and ends.
They give multi-determined tragedies a clean historical arc.
They cater to the idea that, as often as not, We Want to Believe.
People have died trying to tell this story, or appear to have died.
There are photos and testimonies, and the trajectory as a whole makes terrible sense.
I want to believe.
The juxtaposition of gonzo high jinks and gruesome photos of Hammarskjolds body is awkward.
The inserts are useful, the framing rig not so.
At various junctures, each turns from her manual typewriter and asks Brugger for clarification or offers an opinion.
A lot of acronyms get thrown in the air, among them MI6 and CIA.
I need personal closure, he says, but this is not a dramatic monologue.
He answers questions simply, evenly, without histrionics.
