O Assassinato das Três Escoteiras

This documentary could have been so much better, given the interesting, devastating story it set out to tell. The story of the death of three innocent children, the search for justice and the stumbling blocks along the way, should be told with respect showed to the victims and their families... Too bad Kristin Chenoweth decided to use this platform to promote her own career! What kind of narcissistic monster does a person have to be to use the tragic death of three children and the nasty racial tension put on this community, to showcase their singing capabilities?

Skip this one! Don't give that arrogant woman anymore attention!

Chenoweth's presence in this film is ridiculous! Her "Coulda-Woulda-Shouda" means what, exactly. This is a tragic story, so interjections of her waltzing through a field or looking at her own tributes really detracts from the story. Reminds me of Garth Brooks' and Soleil Moon Frye's shameless series. Get over yourselves.

I'm glad I'm not the only one who was bothered by Kristin Chenoweth's narcissism. I watch a ton of true crime and never heard the tragic story of the Girl Scouts massacre and tunnel vision of the keystone cops rooted in racism. This story stands out on its own without Kristen Chenoworth trying to make it all about her. What an attention seeker!!! And then she said something about her needing to heal. How dare she!!!! She didn't know them or their families.

And then her trying to promote her nieces singing career and her own Broadway skills. It really irritated me and it had to irritate the actual victims family members. Those sweet little girls deserve so much more this.

Someone trying to get some publicity using a sickening event to do it. I don't know how people can do this. A real documentary would have been more appropriate as opposed to someone who has absolutely no link to the event at all, claiming that they do.

Kristin Chenoweth took a horrific tragedy and made it about her.

The story of these poor, sweet, baby girls should never be forgotten but could have been told so much better without Chenoweth's not too subtle "me, me, me," obvious need for attention.

Truly classless.