Like Serial, The Night Of is a gripping murder mystery which reveals too little information – or too much conflicting information – for viewers to decide whether Nasir (a straight-laced, American-Pakistani college kid living with his parents in Queens, who just wants to party with the basketball team and meet girls) killed Andrea (a manic pixie dream girl living alone on the Upper West Side a block from the park, who mixes cocaine, alcohol and Molly without blinking an eye and appears to get off on being stabbed). As we watch the NYPD begin their investigation, mishandle evidence, and miscommunicate crucial details, we’re scrutinizing every single thing they do: “Can they do that?”, “Wait, they didn’t read him his rights, did they?”, “She touched the knife with her thumb: isn’t that contamination of evidence?” It goes on and on, and we’re left wondering if one mistake will be the reason Nasir goes to prison or is liberated from being deemed a murderer – both life-changing and forever-lasting. From the start, there’s a soft-spot in my heart for Nasir – there’s no way this kid could’ve done it, right? He’s so sweet and innocent. He’s a good guy. But what if he’s not? It’s the question that keeps you coming back, that makes you watch it two, three, four times.
The first time I saw the debut episode, I watched it with a group of colleagues (in HBO’s wonderfully cushy private theater), and it’s literally all we’ve been able to talk about since. We’ve re-watched it separately (I’ve seen it three times) and have come back to each other with new observations, new conclusions, new theories. The overriding agreement between us all is every single camera shot is a clue, it’s just up to you whether or not you catch it and how you interpret it. We also agreed that it could be anyone; there were several red herrings sprinkled throughout the debut episode – the hearse driver, the brother, the neighbor, the other guy on the street – but it probably wasn’t Nasir.
Or was it?