Important aspects of the “evidence” are poorly thought out hypotheses which have specious foundations. For example, JFK Jr. would not have committed suicide because he was young, rich, successful, and handsome and it would ruin his cousin’s wedding; or that there was no way Carolyn would get on board the plane without a flight instructor after John had been in a mini-plane accident three weeks previously and broken his foot or ankle (or maybe both).
The narrator advises the audience, if they doubt him, “Just ask any married man.” He’s never witnessed a situation where a wife says, “Fine, whatever,” in response to something stupid her husband is demanding, just to shut him up. It could’ve been followed by something like “I’ll go in your stupid plane if that makes you happy, but don’t blame me if we all end up dead.”
Although some of the “facts” presented about the night Kennedy, his wife, and sister-in-law literally dropped off the radar are indeed facts (without quotation marks), most of the substance of The Assassination of JFK Jr. is insubstantial. Not wanting to get lost in the “swamp of facts,” it manufactures a morass of innuendo, half-truths, and outright goofiness. Fortunately, it includes no extras.
Bottom Line: Would I buy/rent/stream The Assassination of JFK Jr.? Yes. Surprised? As a reliable piece of reporting, I wouldn’t, but as an exposé that approaches the level of Reefer Madness it’s hilarious. Watch it with friends and lots of popcorn to throw at the screen.