For those who lived through the trial of the century and are still grappling with its ramifications 30 years on, OJ Simpson’s death from prostate cancer last April was a marked anticlimax – one last deception from the ultimate fake out artist, maybe. Given his grave prognosis, the hope was that he would be moved to reflect on his past mistakes, or that he would be overcome with the kind of long-festering feelings of guilt that might culminate in a shock death bed confession.
Instead, the Juice remained defiant to the end, convinced he would beat the cancer wrap too, and carried on tweeting about sports and politics until time ran out on him at age 76. “If you remember he said he was fine,” recalls director Floyd Russ. “So I always joke that he lied to us until the day he died, basically.”
