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In what universe should a movie like this be over two hours long? This movie could have trimmed as much as 45 minutes and it would have been all the better for it. At first I thought I was just bored with the tepid family drama and just thought the movie felt long, so I double checked the length and I was wrong. This movie is so atrociously paced that I was tempted to score it less than 5/10, but the amazing gore effects were some of the best I've seen in years. It was the perfect balance of realistic and surreal. The way I imagine gore would look in a fever-dream. S-tier SFX, especially for the budget. All in all, I'm not nearly as enamored with this movie as other horror fans but it's nice to see an indie passion project be widely embraced. Here's hoping that Terrifyer 3 isn't as overwritten and tedious as T2.

The very premise of this show is a lie. There is NO SUCH THING as photographic memory or perfect recall. Human memory is fragile, unreliable and easily influenced by a variety of factors. Two people can have completely different versions of the same event without either person thinking that they're lying or behaving deceptively. In fact, the more confident a detective is that they know exactly how events unfolded, the more likely they are to make a mistake. The more sure a detective is, the more likely they are to get tunnel vision and exclude any other reasonable explanation. Law enforcement has a vested interest in lying to you. ID has a vested interest in perpetuating law enforcement propaganda. You should not be applauding this detective for failing to take notes. You should be thinking, "why on earth doesn't this guy think proper documentation is necessary?"

Everyone who came into contact with this vulnerable, profoundly unwell man should be ashamed of themselves. How did any of these blood-suckers think participating in this documentary was a good idea? If I participated in the exploitation of this young man, you better bet I would hide that fact from the world until the day I died. The unbridled glee that all these media figures have when recalling their time with Kai is disgusting. There is no self-reflection. No sense of responsibility. No question of what kind of role they played in Kai's downward spiral. NOTHING. They just cared about how they can monetize his existence and enable his dysfunctional behavior. If all of that doesn't sound stomach-turning enough, there is also an overwhelming amount of stigma and disdain for unhoused people. Half of this documentary is remarkably tone-deaf exploitation and the other half is your standard, unreliable Copaganda garbage. I almost turned it off as soon as the East Cost cops show up. Everyone was so quick to embrace Kai as a Meme Hero and then immediately wash their hands of him. Shame on you, random Fresno Nobody Sports Reporter for riding a mentally ill man's coattails to a career you don't deserve.