Following the true story behind the murder of Kurt Cobain, a well-known star, who goes missed, so his wife hires a secret detective, Tom Grant, who follows all details and makes interviews with his family and friends to reveal the secrets behind his death.
This is a bad film, filled with awkward reenactments, poorly designed graphics, scripted interview segments, ominous music and enough jumping to conclusions that I'm surprised someone didn't throw out their back.
If you're a rabid Cobain murder theorist, "Soaked in Bleach" will undoubtedly reconfirm all of your beliefs on the subject. If you're also certain that Cobain killed himself, I doubt that there's anything here to truly convince you otherwise.
By the time Wecht declares that this is a death that simply has to be reinvestigated, even a viewer with no special attachment to Cobain's legacy is likely to agree.
After a while, Statler's hodgepodge approach loses its novelty, and the documentary starts to seem like an overlong, overly strident segment of a true-crime cable TV infotainment series.
Whether he's way off base or not, Tom Grant is clearly a believer, and the ideas he presents via Soaked In Bleach-as unabashedly one-sided as they are-aren't easily dismissed.
The inclination to dismiss this as fanciful conspiracy theorizing is here countered by the testimonies of various experts, certain that the Seattle police really bungled their investigation.
