In October of 2007 when Drew Peterson’s wife Stacy went missing, we in the Chicagoland area got to hear it first as nothing more than a missing person story. Bolingbrook was a stone’s throw away from my Chicago suburb, and as the story slowly grew into a national media frenzy, it was all the more amusing because it was so close to home.
The Drew Peterson story wasn’t just an amusing media frenzy; it was OUR media frenzy, and the story just kept getting better and better.
It hit a peak when not only was there to be a Lifetime movie about Peterson, Saturday night’s “Drew Peterson: Untouchable,” but the head scratcher Rob Lowe was cast and looked surprisingly good as the former police officer.
Watching “Untouchable” was for me a strange, almost perverse guilty pleasure of feeling closer to this scandal than any other. I did not expect to find deep insight, humanization or answers in of all things a Lifetime movie, but this bland, boring and bullheaded TV movie does little other than dramatize the whole media circus into a condensed, two-hour soap.
Even on a trashy level, it pales in comparison to the ongoing amusement that was, and is, Drew Peterson’s story. Continue reading “Drew Peterson: Untouchable”