Extended suicide botched A narcissistic husband shooting his saintly hardworking wife in a fit of jealous rage.
Or this is the picture ITV wants to paint before our eyes.
The plentiful police body cam footage serves only as social pornography, American murder documents present these as re-enactments with good picture quality instead of the original narrow screen pixel jumble here. How do they ever solve crimes based on such poor picture quality in the UK?
All 46 minutes are from the victim's perspective, the vile excuse of a husband and his mindset are arbitrarily brushed aside.
For argument's sake, maybe nothing is as it seems.
Let's just look at the picture of Jack and Cheryl, it is obvious from the start Cheryl is way out of Jack's league.
A peat pushing farmer and a city wise exuberant divorcee. Storm on the horizon.
Jack buys Cheryl a brand new Range Rover. Any woman with the moral fiber short of a gold digger should realize such lavish gifts are over the top. No free lunch here.
For the first half an hour the viewer is presented with details of a murder most foul.
First in the last ten minutes or so it is revealed that after shooting Cheryl, Jack tried to take also his own life, only managing to shoot his face to a bloody messy pulp.
Is there a way you can miss your own head at point blank range? An Act of God or self preservation kicking in?
Also before his killing rampage, Jack hastily drafted his last will and testament.
This spells more like extended suicide, to Jack's misfortune only half accomplished.
Jack will never go free. I'm not a big fan of capital punishment, but what kind of half life will he ever have serving time for the rest of his days with half of his face blown away in his botched suicide attempt?
Law must take its course, for sure. But in this particular case, wouldn't assisted suicide,with the option of organ donation as a short compensation for the damage done, be the only humane course of action?
Maybe a swift and resolute behind the barn execution, without the American endless appeals and tedium of death row theatrics?
I suppose this just isn't done in a civilized society.
But walking a mile in Jack's shoes, he must feel like a quadruple loser: Losing his wife, losing guns, i.e. His phallic implements, losing his face, both physically and socially, and losing his freedom left with just a miserable dreg of a life locked up under constant care of nurses and prison staff?
Isn't the finale mercy killing of "The Fly" (1986) just like a Solomon's verdict compared with this case?
A thought, British justice seems to have lost its teeth with the retirement of Mr. Pierrepoint and the hangman's noose, arises.
A detailed 5-hour dissertation of the mindset of a gun crazy farmer going berzerk is in the director's cut Finnish 1972 film "Eight Fatal Bullets". This is Jack all over again, God forbid.