“The nice American artwork kind isn’t music or movie or tv,” says a podcast host in “Based on a True Story,” a brand new darkish comedy on Peacock. “The nice American artwork kind is homicide. We watch it, we rejoice it, we obsess over it.”
It is tough to argue with that one. Forget the surfeit of homicide podcasts that “Based on a True Story” satirizes, nevertheless fitfully. Forget the variety of true-crime homicide exhibits that it shares streaming area with. “Based on True Story” isn’t even the primary TV comedy a few fictional homicide podcast. (Steve Martin and Martin Short would like a word.) This pop-cultural corpse is so properly labored over, it’s laborious to discover a new place to stay the knife.
The distinction of “True Story,” created by Craig Rosenberg, is that its central couple and would-be podcast moguls, Ava (Kaley Cuoco) and Nathan (Chris Messina), will not be novice sleuths who spend the eight-episode season piecing collectively a whodunit. They have the case of a lifetime fall into their laps, or slightly into their lavatory.
An overflowing rest room brings them along with Matt (Tom Bateman), an enthralling, ingratiating and smoking scorching plumber. (Peacock considers the subsequent piece of knowledge a spoiler, so beware I assume, however it’s additionally the premise of the present and revealed within the first episode.) He can also be, as a little bit of sloppy proof concealment on his half leads them to study, the West Side Ripper, a serial killer preying on younger girls of their a part of Los Angeles.
The pure response, a terrified name to the police, would make for a one-episode sequence. But Ava and Nathan produce other incentives. Ava, a struggling actual property agent, is pregnant and fears they received’t be capable of help a baby. Nathan, a tennis professional whose Grand Slam goals ended with a blown-out knee, has simply misplaced his job to a youthful racket swinger on the membership. In a land of cash and intercourse, they’re in a gap and in a rut.
Ava, a murder-podcast maven, sees an opportunity to make their very own killing, by blackmailing Matt into recording a present by which he offers a first-person tour via his slasher psyche. “We are good folks,” she says. “We performed by the foundations. And look the place it bought us.” Matt, maybe surprisingly, agrees with enthusiasm. Less surprisingly, he seems to be an untrustworthy companion on a number of factors, amongst them his promise to put off the stabbing.
The rhythms of the deal-with-the-devil story will really feel acquainted if you happen to’ve watched a sequence or two about on a regular basis folks dabbling within the legal arts and getting in over their heads. (Jason Bateman, of Netflix’s “Ozark,” is among the many producers.) What’s extra attention-grabbing, and sadly extra under-realized, is the story’s setting throughout the American murder-entertainment complicated.
There’s potential for an actual critique, which applies to each trashy true-crime and extra high-minded investigations. We’ve created a tradition of treating murders — actual, not simply fictional ones — as addictive, twisty, escapist obsessions.
Nor is that this phenomenon restricted to podcasts. Scripted TV, chasing the success of documentaries like “The Jinx,” “Making a Murderer” and their many heirs, has gone on a spree of copycat crime.
After “Dahmer,” Ryan Murphy is expanding his “Monster” franchise with a sequence on the Menendez brothers. The true-crime docu-series “The Staircase” grew to become the true-crime scripted sequence “The Staircase.” This spring, we bought the second limited series in two years in regards to the Candy Montgomery homicide case from 1980.
Who requested for all this? Whose tales get advised, and which victims get lip service within the telling? When does the impulse to know turn into merely bloody voyeurism?
“Based on a True Story” may have been a sanguinary sendup of the media impulse to show slashers into celebrities, a type of “Sweeney Pod.” But just like the overwhelmed Ava and Nathan, the sequence has its arms on some scorching materials but doesn’t fairly know what to do with it.
The comedy begins off gamely, with well-observed spoofs of homicide media, particularly in a stretch set at “CrimeCon,” a conference the place celebrity crime-casters hawk their wares whereas dutifully saying that their work is all in regards to the victims. Matt, attending incognito, takes to {the marketplace} with cynical zest, referring to his killings as “content material.”
But there’s a deep darkness to the comedy that “True Story” feels skittish about actually participating with. In an irritating and overused gimmick, it repeatedly takes surprising turns that develop into fantasy sequences, as if the sequence is prepared to have interaction with its characters’ ethical rot solely within the type of function play.
One limitation might lie in casting Cuoco and Messina, whose comedian presents run to kinds apart from caustic satire. She redefined her profession after “The Big Bang Theory” enjoying a likable basket case in “The Flight Attendant”; he excelled as a grump-next-door in “The Mindy Project.” Together, they make a stable core for a unusual marriage-on-the-rocks comedy, which in the end is what “Based on a True Story” is, to the detriment of its deadlier ambitions.
It’s usually amusing, on the energy of the duo’s screwball allure. (Tom Bateman is more durable to pin down, by no means actually giving us a way of what drives Matt both as legal or entrepreneur.) But at worst, even when unintentionally, “True Story” indulges in the identical factor it satirizes, the impulse to make homicide enjoyable.
Its predecessor “Only Murders within the Building” pulls this off by basically adapting the trusty cozy-murder format inside a twee, New Yorker-cartoon model of actuality. What “True Story” is working with — the vicious, sensationalized, sexually freighted murders of a string of younger girls — is a much bigger danger, and its downplaying of the killings’ heinousness feels that a lot ickier.
The nice cliché of serial-killer tales is the seemingly innocent neighbor with skeletons within the closet (or storage, or freezer). “Based on a True Story” is the other, a seemingly daring, darkish premise that disguises a light home comedy. It guarantees slashing satire. It cuts like a butter knife.
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