This is definitely a mind-bending story; and I find one of the most off-putting moments is the supposed resemblance of a detective to a Michael Douglas. It puts into question any reality. I look more like the Geico gecko, and the only green is my eyes.
Blatant narcissist flaws aside, is is compelling and addictive. It reminds me of watching "Carrie" when I was 13 through my splayed fingers.
In the end, it's worth a view to catch up on current culture, which seems to be a competition of toxic masculinity to out-horror the last the previous . The affect seems to be the opposoite -- unless it's an immediate family member, we are bored to death. Until we lose one of our own, loss is irrelevant to us.
Blatant narcissist flaws aside, is is compelling and addictive. It reminds me of watching "Carrie" when I was 13 through my splayed fingers.
In the end, it's worth a view to catch up on current culture, which seems to be a competition of toxic masculinity to out-horror the last the previous . The affect seems to be the opposoite -- unless it's an immediate family member, we are bored to death. Until we lose one of our own, loss is irrelevant to us.