There may be a good 2-hour movie in this but it's stretched out over 10 episodes. It makes fun of true crime shows drawing out the drama, and yet it does the same thing. It's always fun to see Steve Martin and Martin Short, and they do pretty good riffing off of their charisma. But Chrissy Metz is just a bland, robotic third wheel here. And somehow, as beautifully produced as it is, the whole thing feels lifeless. And I'm not prude but what's up with the abrupt vulgarity, like the F bombs and the Long Island cousin finger thing. It's like some Hollywood producer's note that "New Yorkers are really vulgar. Make sure to get that in."