Bingo.
I finally got a chance to watch it all. This was a terrific documentary, fascinating in so many aspects; the irony of "I'm not black" OJ becoming the poster child for black justice in LA, how his lawyers were able to leverage that to defeat a slam dunk case, and especially his personality -- his insatiable need for adoration and self aggrandizement which he fulfilled with this combination of universal appeal that attracted people at all levels of society and resulted in him being even more famous after football, and a dark side capable of the frequent abuse and horrific crimes he committed.
I came away thinking there really is a psychopathic aspect to his nature; his steadfastness in his innocence (shouting his innocence at Gill Garcetti on TV after his acquittal) combined with bouts of near confession (the 'suicide note', the book, etc) -- really eerie. And even after the trial and after most of society has shunned him entirely, he was still able to connect with people. He was still able to be OJ, albeit with a smaller and lower audience. I think the Esquire reporter summed it up perfectly when she said she never believed he was not guilty, but she came to understand how badly people wanted to believe that.