Ambient noise that has been going on for just long enough to become your default zero reference point for silence, suddenly cuts off to a truer, deeper silence, a silence that is somehow infinitely more intense than just the absence of sound, like your sense of hearing has suddenly been plunged below the threshold into a realm of negative nothingness, and then, while you're still trying to come to with how unbearably loud this silence is, it's suddenly filled…
highly obnoxious for a long time until suddenly something interesting happens that'll have u pause and scribble down a math problem to figure out the exact implications - and even after that it stays really confusing in a kind of fun way.
would've been a banger with better characters. and with someone writing who isn't too much of a coward to do something with the gender themes this premise so obviously suggests - it's kind of glaring how this just stubbornly refuses to even look in that general direction.
This is a very weird and specific piece of satire. It must be satire, right? ..right??
(Spoiler, no, apparently it's not. At least not really. More like a very bad feminist take? Oof.)
Anyways, the pulpy 70s vibes are off the charts and Samantha Robinson clearly has a blast playing the character and both is very entertaining to watch, so there's that.
It's also very funny, although I was laughing nervously because for most of this I really couldn't figure out if it was genuine or not.
Yes, yes, female autonomy is very scary
--I'm kidding, that's not my take! (Although I think it's in there? Maybe?) I have no idea what raw, feral, psychosexual monstrosity I just watched. This wasn't what I expected it to be at all. I don't think it was anything anyone COULD expect.
I could spend the rest of my night trying to come up with something to say here and still come up empty. Did I like this? Fuck dude, I…
