Kat and I watched “West of Memphis” this weekend, the documentary directed by Amy Berg and produced by Peter Jackson and Damien Echols that further explores the failure of justice in the case of the West Memphis Three, which was first introduced to mainstream audiences in “Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills”, back in 1996. The film is brutal, captivating and masterfully put together by Berg, offering fascinating insight into the case and the remarkable efforts of Lorri Davis, Peter Jackson, Eddie Vedder, Henry Rollins, Johnny Depp, Natalie Maines and everyone who supported the West Memphis Three over the years, donating money, fundraising and working tirelessly to produce new DNA testings and physical evidence, which eventually led to a plea deal and finally their release in 2011.
The film is brutal, captivating and brilliantly put together by Berg, an impressive achievement considering the amount of attorneys, judges, suspects, witnesses, investigators and evidence surrounding the case. Apart from the the details of the investigation that was carried out on behalf of the West Memphis Three, I was surprised to find out how involved Eddie Vedder was on the case and how close he was with Damien, not only advocating for the cause and visiting him on a regular basis while he was on death row but also providing support after his release. Bonus human being points to Eddie for that.
(If you don’t feel like watching “West of Memphis”, watch the video below. I promise you that once you finish watching it, you’ll be compelled to find out more about it)
Kat loved the documentary but I have the impression she liked Eddie Vedder better; when we finished watching the film, she sat in front of the TV and spent about 20 minutes watching videos of Eddie on YouTube. She seemed a bit happier to have tickets to see “Pearl Jam: Twenty” this weekend, too. On Sunday, while Kat was with her dad watching football, I spent the evening watching interviews with Damien and reading about him and his life after prison, kind of inspiring and disturbing at the same time. I think I’ll buy his book this week and maybe try to get in touch with him and see if I can get him to guest on the GustaPOD. I know it’s very unlikely but I will give it a try.
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It’s been six months since Kat and I met… I think we were both a bit shocked when we realized it but decided to go ahead and celebrated it watching Game of Thrones and drinking white wine at home on Saturday, and looking at erotic postcards in the Police Museum, walking in the rain (less romantic than it sounds) and eating cake at Conditori La Glace on Sunday. Kat had a Karen Blixen cake, a coffee mousse, mocha truffle with roasted hazelnuts, and a chocolate bottom decorated with coffee beans covered in chocolate and I had a Det Gyldne Tårn, a rhubarb and white chocolate with lemon cream and almonds. Bloody amazing cakes, I tell you…