John Phipps

A strange blend of farce and tragedy: Wild Things – Siegfried & Roy reviewed

This podcast contains great material but it can’t work out what to do with it

Siegfried Fischbacher, far left, and Roy Uwe Ludwig, far right, in Las Vegas in 1982. Photo: Peter Bischoff / Getty Images 
issue 05 February 2022

The prestige podcasting era began in 2014, when the true-crime Serial gripped us with the ‘did-he-dunnit’ mystery of whether Adnan Syed had really murdered his high school girlfriend, Hae Min Lee.

With the exception of Marvel’s Avengers Assemble, it remains the decade’s most influential piece of narrative storytelling. Without Serial there is no The Jinx, no Making a Murderer, no true-crime revival full-stop, and without the success of those shows we wouldn’t have our current culture of viral documentary content — American Murder, Don’t F**k With Cats, The Devil Next Door, Wild Wild Country, My Octopus Teacher; shows you watch slack-jawed with amazement, eyes out on stalks at humanity’s capacity to willingly plunge itself into pure insanity.

Speaking of Tiger King, what is it about the pairing of big cats and bad hairdos that fills me with a lurching, queasy sense of impending physical catastrophe? It came up again in Wild Things, a new high-budget podcast from the filmmaker and journalist Steven Leckart.

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