This show plays like full-on satire of true crime docus. The fact it's a "cold case" but with nothing new (of true significance) to add. An actress pairing with an unconvincing TV forensic psychologist who asks leading questions and seems like parody. The sinister strings music that plays over landscapes colour-graded to look like scandi-noir.
The two arrive at a woods in their car, Emilia Fox saying woodenly "so why are we here?" Wilson: "well this is where the bodies were found, of..." As if she doesn't know what they're supposed to be investigating! The scriptedness for the sake of exposition is so awkward and clunky.
Wilson says things like "so you think there's a chance, even a small chance, that this man could have been the killer?" The interviewee will say, ominously, "yes, yes I do" then Wilson will slowly nod is burrowed-brow as if this counts as a definitive, heart-breaking conclusion.
It's all absolutely insane. I really wish Philomena Cunk had been the "partner" as it would have been a lot more congruent with the vibe.