Presunto Innocente

Characters well developed, memorable lines. The many possibilities to who was the murderer get us into the story, playing as prosecutors ourselves.

It comes to a great ending: There is no such thing as JUSTICE in a imperfect humanity.

Every case on TV, every crime, every story of those around you, you just don't know the truth. No matter how much you think you know. No matter how beautifully portraited the narrative is: You just don't know. I wish we could see it clearly, we are just arrogant and deceived when we think we know.

Shout out to the closure song by Ray Charles 'You think you know me well But you don't know me, no'.

Politics are a cancer. Impartiality is utopia.