Amanda Knox: Student or Diva?

It was a real struggle this past week to set aside some quiet time in which to view the videotape of Amanda Knox made by the UW DAILY people. I finally managed to view Part One twice through - but only in the middle of the night. There is no way I am going to sit through Parts Two and Three.

I don't make it a practice to be cruel, but I am going to share some of my reactions and impressions with you.

It doesn't bother me that university academics wanted to make a documentary record of Knox's story, but I have some problems with them posting it on YouTube for the random public. This could have been kept in a university library for legitimate scholars to view.

What journalistic ethics justify simply giving Knox yet another platform on which to air her theatrical perplexities? Has she not had the opportunity to tell her story over and over again before? This is not appropriate viewing material for those under 18 years old who are already having a hard time distinguishing between fictional entertainment and external reality. But it continues to drag on like a stale Reality TV Series long past its freshness date and designated shelf life.

Judging by the comments, it may be making a fabulous impression on teenyboppers who adulate her and who may want to emulate her. Then, we have to be concerned with copycat crimes. On the face of it, there is nothing to distinguish this videotape from any teen slasher movie Hollywood debuts every summer: turning yourself into a celebrity by killing your roommate.

She starts out by saying:
I remember thinking,
I don't know what to think.

Over and over again she keeps saying that everything seemed strange, but she left out the part in which she took mind-altering drugs which make one's perception of the world seem strange. So, it's up to her to manufacture an exaggerated melodramatic teen slasher movie out of this trail of utterly banal and prosaic bread crumbs (eg: feces in the toilet; someone cut themselves while shaving their legs; and a funny! dismembered foot). It looks like an elaborate setup from the start.

Here, Knox claims she didn't know how to call "911" in Italy. And I don't believe that for a second. She planned an extended stay in a foreign country, but never read a basic primer for everyday life there? This claim has no credibility whatsoever.

For the record, I don't hate Amanda Knox. But the more she tries to perform as a pretentious pseudo-intellectual, the more obnoxious she is making herself. What is the theme of this UW DAILY videotape? Wait, let me guess: even skanks can aspire to be eggheads.

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What is that foul odor? Can you recognise the smell of death if you encounter it? Experienced Homicide Detectives can.

When a person dies, the body begins to decompose and it enters into a putrefaction process. The smell of death may fill the room and permeate your nostrils. You may feel it clinging to you.

Some killers manipulate the cadaver after death or pose their victim's corpse for presentation or dress the corpse in different clothing. We have such a case at No 7 Pergola.

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My patience with this case is wearing thin.  The sooner this entire process is over, the better, as far as I'm concerned.

:: UW DAILY on Knox: Part One YouTube ::

:: Complete Transcript pdf ::

:: DAILY UW: Knox Returns ::

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