Zodiac Killer Project

A sober, talky true-crime inquiry that trades chills for speculation, asking you to weigh an unconventional theory against decades of accepted fact.

A queasy, quietly gripping look at obsession and journalistic ego, where the act of watching becomes as uncomfortable as being watched.

A somber, methodical true-crime sit that trades thrills for the quiet unease of a family still chasing an old, unresolved horror.

A quiet, thoughtful portrait that lets a famously private artist explain himself, rewarding patient viewers with insight into a brilliant mind.

A chilling true-crime documentary that builds quiet dread from ordinary workshop footage, leaving you unsettled by the banality of obsession.

A sober, gripping retelling of a case everyone thinks they know, heavy with frustration and the weight of race and fame.

A meticulous, slow-burning descent into obsession that feels like piecing together a puzzle that may never be solved.

A brisk, affectionate look behind the curtain at how a scrappy action film became a juggernaut, full of craft and camaraderie.

A long, affectionate deep-dive that feels like listening to old friends swap stories about making movies, with a dark edge from the subject matter.

A tense, methodical true-crime recounting that builds unease through emails and testimony rather than spectacle.

A sober, methodical retelling of notorious crimes that trades thrills for detail and leaves a lingering unease.

A dry, cerebral essay that drifts through old studio stills, asking you to lean in and think about why images linger.