The Assassination of Gianni Versace
BBC Two
★★★★☆How odd to feel bereft that a serial killer is out of your life. Darren Criss’s portrayal of the narcissist Andrew Cunanan has been so faultless in The Assassination of Gianni Versace that when it ended last night with Cunanan in a body bag I was sorry to see the back of him. Which feels uncomfortable.
Seeing his photo on TV as America’s most wanted man, Cunanan’s reaction was to smile and drink champagne: fame is all he wanted. Imagine how thrilled he’d be — how thrilled any serial killer would be — with this luscious series.
Nothing, though, should detract from the brilliance of Criss’s performance, blowing the rest of the cast out of the water. While some mid-series episodes were meandering, Criss provided a constant spine of quality in his beguiling monster.
His friend Ronnie offered an insight into Cunanan’s motivation, telling the police that he wanted the world to know his pain, that he’d had to live a lie. When he killed a “bunch of nobody gays” the cops didn’t care, but now he’d shot a celebrity they did.
Meanwhile, Cunanan’s preening father was promising to fly to his son while greedily brokering the movie rights to his life story. Even as Cunanan put the gun in his mouth he couldn’t resist a last lingering look in the mirror, vanity the last thing to go. Criss’s awards are surely in the bag.
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