Review of Killing Fields

The name "Killing Fields" is a misnomer. It should be renamed "Killing Ratings". Louisiana once again is in the cross hairs of reality TV producers. Not for alligators or cat fish hunting. This time the producers are looking to repackage small production budgets and amateur local talent into a cheap version of "Cold Case". They fail miserably. The show is rife with dramatic slow mo shots of a rogue's gallery of washed up ex-cops engaging in irrelevant activities: Wiping brows while in deep thought, swigging booze, eating crawdads, jogging in thrift store tennis shoes. Not much time seems to be spent investigating and the dramatic film noirish shots aren't enough to save this tedious shipwreck of a reality TV show.