C Wilson – Google

It felt like a very classic 90s movie directed by a man. Lots of casual misogyny, and I rolled my eyes so hard when the female character couldn’t go first because she “wasn’t wearing any underwear.” The male character was very good at being unlikeable so I’ll give him that. It felt like one of those movies where they had this great idea of “what if” but then couldn’t figure out how to actually end it or tie it all together. I fell asleep.

Reading this book is like watching paint dry. The first 70 pages only cover a single day, 90% of which is endless description of the protagonist cleaning rooms. I got the point after the first 30 pages, but it goes on and on well beyond the point is established. Perhaps the most repetitive book I’ve ever read. The only interesting thing that happens (and is the basis for the mystery) is completely skimmed over and the author goes right back to describing how shiny a doorknob can be when it’s polished. Kill me now.

Completely misses the mark…an example of the grossest version of the male gaze. Its not sexy at all, considering how much sex there is. Its like the show has become the thing it’s trying to comment (?) on. It’s pretty obvious very few women were involved in the writing and directing. The show somehow manages to make shock value boring, and you can tell the writers have absolutely no idea what message they’re trying to send.