I decided a couple of months ago that I had zero interest in seeing Lockerbie: A Search for Truth (Peacock, 1.2.25).

Based on Jim Swire‘s “The Lockerbie Bombing: A Father’s Search for Justice” and starring Colin Firth as Swire, it’s a story that we all know the ending to, and which dramatically speaking can’t do anything except swirl around in the Scottish mud.

Firth plays the anguished father of poor Flora Swire, one of the 243 passengers and 16 crew members who were murdered on 12.21.88 (not to mention 11 Lockerbie residents who died) when a Libyan bomb exploded in the luggage compartment of a U.S.-bound Pan Am 747 (flight 103). A gruesome slaughter.

It’s a story that can’t help but infuriate because the scumbag convicted of having orchestrated the bombing and who was handed a life sentence, Libyan intelligence officer Abdelbaset Ali Mohmed Al-Megrahi, was sprung from a Scottish prison after serving ten years because he was ailing from cancer (i.e., “compassionate grounds”). Al-Megrahi returned to Libya on 11.2.09, moved into a villa in Tripoli, and died almost three years hence (5.20.12).

In a fair and just world, Al-Megrahi would have suffered some kind of traumatic execution…hanging, firing squad, thrown into a hungry wolf pit like Ernest Borgnine in The Vikings. But instead he more or less walked after serving a decade behind bars. What kind of a shitty ending is that?

Another Libyan guy, Lamin Khalifah Fhimah, was prosecuted for his involvement in the crime but was found not guilty.

Zero Dark Thirty delivered a kind of dramatic satisfaction for the 9/11 victims, but what possible payoff could result from broken-hearted Jim Swire digging into the particulars and becoming more and more angry and haunted and disillusioned?

Last night I tried watching Return to Lockerbie with Lorraine Kelly, a 2023 doc that’s mainly focused on the trauma that Lockerbie residents went through.

If Pan Am flight #103 hadn’t been delayed, the bomb would have exploded over the Atlantic.