Following “Kurt Cobain : Montage of Heck”, this is the second documentary about Cobain this year. Contrary to the first documentary’s archival approach, “Soaked In Bleach” relies on rather awkward reenactments, scripted interviews and dramatic music to suggest that Courtney Love had a hand in Cobain’s death. Not that first-time director Benjamin Statler comes even close to proving anything at any given point. At the most you could agree that the Seattle Police Department didn’t conduct a thorough enough investigation.
Most of the documentary is built around investigator Tom Grant, who was hired by Courtney Love to find Kurt. Considering he was at Cobain’s house the day before the body was found and didn’t even bother to check the greenhouse where Cobain was lying dead on the floor, I’m not sure he’s the right guy to start pointing fingers at the police for not doing a decent job. Sure, he recorded his interviews with Courtney and sure, she’s acting weird. Then again, junkies have a tendency to act weird.
The makers of this documentary also have a tendency to jump to conclusions just as easily as they are to dismiss information. One childhood friend telling the camera that Kurt never mentioned being depressed seems to be enough proof to counter all of Nirvana’s lyrics and the fact that the police jumbled the investigation seems to be enough proof that there was a conspiracy going on.
In short, this is pretty much a complete clusterfuck of a documentary that doesn’t even try to be objective and ends up looking shady as hell as a result.