This documentary could be commended for taking the time to set the stage of McNair’s importance to his football team and his bond with the interviewees. But the extended game footage really feels like a way to pad the runtime to make the full hour. Elsewhere, the work really captures the shock of it all, with interrogations that feel especially unsettling because the documentary is so bare and we spend all this time with the suspects. But as good as it handles the true crime portions, and though career tributes hammer home the final point that McNair's legacy is not his death, this did not need to be 58 minutes long, and it showed.

It's a feat how watching this felt like the longest and shortest 58 minutes of my life.