This could've been a documentary. It could've been a movie. Somehow they managed to do both!
The black and white pictures from the actual thirties occasionally mixed in with the new footage - ending with the new scene first in black and white before it fades to color, was a nice way of adding in some actual footage. And they managed to enact the story in the maybe most authentic way I've seen one of these movies done before, short of maybe Mesrine (highly recommended if you haven't seen it - it's like a French counterpart of this). The only thing they don't show in the old footage is Bonnie and Clyde by face, and that's probably a good thing, that might've be the one thing that stood out as different.
Maybe the language too.
Maybe also that driveways weren't dug deeper despite the thin wheels of the time. Small things like that.
For the most part though this felt impressively authentic, though no doubt somewhat sensationalized. They couldn't know what they actually spoke of when they were alone in the car, could they? It all ends up maybe a bit more poetic than the real thing was. Though you wonder about certain details. If they were real or not. The second sight. The bickering between them. Was it all Bonnie after all?
The end's sad, and brutal, but in a way glorious, and no doubt that's why we still remember these names with such ease. A hundred years later.
If they had just grown up just a little differently maybe we wouldn't have known them at all...
rated 4.5/5: almost awesome