Freak out

Three films that have left me feeling a bit strange.

The first is funny, and you end up thinking: “what a spoilt little shitbag”.

Then you watch the second film and again, you laugh. The guy goes nuts. Even the dog can’t take it and leaves the room. But a sneaking seed of doubt has been planted in the back of your head. Shouldn’t he be receiving some kind of medical help? Are you morally bankrupt for laughing at him?

Then you watch the third film and two conflicting emotions start really butting up against each other like stags with small-deer syndrome.

The first is unremittant  joy – it’s goddamn funny. But the second is vastly more disturbing; that you’re watching someone who should be on copious amounts of ritalin having a psychotic meltdown. And his parents and brother think it’s hilarious.

That said, when he manages to miraculously take all his clothes off under a blanket and when he tries to shove a remote up his arse are moments of comedy gold the like of which we may never see again.

Just remember – if you laughed then that makes you a bad person.

I’ll save you a seat in hell.