The bloody Andrew Cunanan saga reaches its conclusion
Its finally back to the beginning, the titular assassination.
Remember Andrew Cunanan in a red baseball cap?
Remember Gianni Versace bleeding out on his stairs, flanked by doves?
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Its more like a dance than a murder.
Its all almost choreographed a perfect encapsulation of Ryan Murphys overly stylized style.
Cunanan descends into giggling hysterics.
Oh my god, Cunanan says to himself when he hears his name on the news.
He looks like hes pretending to be famous.
When will this end?
How many more are going to die?
Ronnie makes the same point when hes brought in for questioning.
The other cops: They werent searching so hard, were they?
Because he killed a bunch of nobody gays?
Ronnie finally gives the shows thesis: Andrew is not hiding.
Hes trying to be seen.
And now that the victim is famous, the police hunt has tightened.
Cunanan cant get out of the city with checkpoints set up to catch him.
He is the bug trapped under a glass.
The Andrew Cunanan I know is not a violent person.
I know that the most important thing in the world is what others think of you.
Cunanans mother watches television from under a blanket and lets the police in through a latched door.
Have you killed my son?
she says, voice soft as a ghost.
Starving, living on nothing but cable news and garbage, Cunanan succumbs to eating dog food.
Dad, Im in trouble, he cries on the phone to his father.
His dad promises to fly in and come and get him.
Twenty-four hours, his dad says.
Cunanan shoots the screen.
He is fully alone.
Donatella tells him he can take some time to stay there after the funeral.
She tells him that its time for them to start a new life.
Eyes wide, Cunanan watches Princess Diana and Elton John parade into Versaces lavish funeral.
He sings along in falsetto with the church choir, eyes to heaven.
He shaves his head, kneeling before the mirror.
Eventually, the police surround the houseboat and completely cut Cunanan off.
The police cut the power and deploy smoke bombs.
They force their way in.
Cunanans act, his charm, didnt work on Versace.
Another night, Versace says.
Giannis remains are at a Lake Cuomo altar, gilded, surrounded by candles.
Cunanan gets an anonymous block in an endless mausoleum.
The final shot speeds away, his final resting place disappearing into anonymity.
The show was ambitious, beautiful, and impossible to look away from.
