It could be described as a kind of video game, or choose-your-own-adventure story, or puzzling, claustrophobic escape room.
The show, as it always has done, invites us to think darkly, even if just for a second.
Marnie knows there’s something wrong with her. Every day she is plagued by disturbing sexual images.
It’s less of a documentary, and more of an excuse to force Dyer to dress up in ridiculous costumes, eat disgusting food and order around his new servants.
Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it does.
Through Joe’s sardonic narration, the show displays a rare eagerness to ridicule its own characters.
Outrageous and flamboyant murders? Check. Creepy clown masks? Check. Gruff one-liners? Check.
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