You know how some people say they have crackhead energy? They are so, so wrong. THIS is crackhead energy.

The way how I thought, for one second, that this movie was gonna say something about the extensive and potentially dangerous reach influencers have over young children and how too many people ignore it.

But instead I got a nothing burger with a Blair Witch ending. To be expected.

Goddamn. One of the most anxiety-inducing times I've had in a theater.

What's great about this is how the movie goes out of its way to show what a greasy, lousy, wet trash bag of a person Howard is, and yet you still root for him, even when he's way over his head. He deserves so much of what he gets, but you just wish it would go good for him, just once.

Anyway, RIP to that dude and his leg.

Few things make me more joyful than that little dance he does in the grocery store :)