Love Is Like Oxygen
Oxygen is the cable-TV junk-drawer for true-crime programming. Stories about murder are the only thing on it. Oxygen's tagline is: True Crime 24-7 . I watch it all the time; it is the background-music for just about every mindless activity I do. Even just taking a nap; I call them " Snapped naps," because Snapped is the ultimate Oxygen iteration. In its 30th season, the show brilliantly and cheaply deconstructs murders by ladies who lose it, and each hour-long episode proceeds from back-story to the dirty deed to the courtroom drama and so on. It is the formula that soothes you. Also the cheapness. It looks like it's shot on somebody's phone, with a lot of repeated shots of blurry reenactments, blurry presumably so they won't have to pay actors a lot of dough to show faces. Crime-scene photos are often used too, but most of the time there's not any footage to use, or the Snapped makers just didn't feel like shoot...