"A seventeen year old's brain is not fully formed" - So quoth one of the psychobabblers in the first part of this documentary. How big an understatement is that?
"My parents will never let the two of us be lovers."
"Guess we better kill them both, then we can be together".
"Cool, we'll start by strangling my Dad; you put the belt around his neck and I'll hold his legs to stop him kicking".
The actual dialogue probably didn't go quite like that, but this is as shocking a story of teen parricide as ever told. What the Hell was Connie Leung thinking? Oh right, she wasn't. She'll have the next thirty plus years to do that. After their inevitable arrest, Leung and her partner-in-crime are said never to have spoken to one another again.
How deep is your love? wrote the brothers Gibb. In this case, not very!
The second and unrelated part of this documentary chronicles the downfall of Karen Bunton. At thirty-five she was no spring chicken, but she had a good life, including owning her own home. All she needed/wanted, was the right man. And she found the wrong one. Okay, so the guy was a jerk, and in short order she had lost her job and her home, but wasn't him choking her niece to death while she was in the other room the final straw?
At a push, William Holmes might have got away with second degree murder, but staging the girl's disappearance and driving around with her dismembered body in the back of the car...All very sad, but not for him. Karen ended up with a 15 year stretch, which could have been worse but was probably about right; she was after all only an accessory after the fact, not to mention dumb as Hell, as, sadly, are many otherwise highly intelligent people