I finished Monster: The Ed Gein Story (on Netflix, everything is on Netflix unless otherwise indicated). That was tough. Or maybe I'm not so tough anymore. I was scared any time they showed the mother face mask and I also find Texas Chainsaw anything to be straight up scary, very little camp so this tracks for me. The gore was gory. The dark places were dark in that show and then it lit up like fireworks with a musical number that pandered without pandering and ended with an oddly sweet redemption arc. Ed Gein toward the end was me if I were a serial killer. Unaware and profoundly, almost sweetly almost-innocent.
Beyond simple, I supposed. Give me beans every night (actually I'd prefer Vareniki or pierogies, if I have to pick something that's never going to change ever) and a bat and let me murder everyone. I'm not serious, but just let me be and don't question it. Anything. Ever. Ha. Then I'll go out with an ensemble rendition of whatever I like most in the moment and we'll be good to start working on my Netflix special.
Next up to finish this season of Love is Blind. Worst season ever, I love it.