The Central Park Five opens with the text "On the night of April 19,1989, a jogger was brutally beaten and raped in New York City's Central park. Five teenagers we convicted of the crime."
The police involved wouldn't take part in this remarkable film. It's no wonder. It paints them in a terrible light. We quickly learn that all of the young men served their sentences before another man admitted to the crime, what's more the DNA backs him up. So what happened? With shades of the Teina Pora case there was a confession that followed many hours of interrogation. The kids were African American and Hispanic, and they had all been part of a group of kids running rampage on the same night in the same park. But it soon becomes clear that they weren't party to the rape. As a New York Times reporter who covered the case admitted, "a lot of people didn't do their jobs." He was including himself in this criticism.
Because this is made by documentary legend Ken Burns, along with his daughter Sarah, you know you're in safe hands. There will be blood, but there will also be layers. As much a history of New York as it is the story of injustice it's also the story of race and class. Burns has an ability to piece a story together in incredible detail without losing focus. The effect is that you feel like you're speed-reading the case notes while watching film noir. All told without voiceover and all told by the accused, their lawyers, reporters, and historians. As always, Burn's assembles the cast with great care, and somehow creates an atmosphere that has them telling the story as if to a friend. Like a finely filleted rack of lamb there's not an ounce of fat anywhere.
The Central Park Five is a heartbreaking and revealing look at what happens when the cops get the wrong men and how the dangerous game of interrogating teenagers can go so horribly wrong. It's truly terrifying, and as with pretty much anything with the name Ken Burns attached, it's unmissable.