A Deadly American Marriage revisits the death of Jason Corbett, and rather than picking a lane it lines up every voice — the Martens family, Jason's family, the children caught in the middle — and lets them contradict each other on camera. It is uncomfortable in the way the best true crime is: nobody comes off clean.

The access is genuinely impressive. Hearing the accused and the grieving relatives in the same documentary gives the story a stereo quality most Netflix docs never manage, and the self-defence-versus-murder question stays live right up to the credits.

It sprawls. There is a tighter, angrier ninety minutes buried in here, and the film keeps circling the same testimony instead of pushing forward. If you already know the case, expect stretches where nothing new lands.

Worth watching for the interviews alone, but it mistakes ambiguity for depth a little too often.