I’m all here for this David Byrne as Internet Boyfriend revival that’s going on right now, it makes sense because there’s something so earnest and unforced about him, no matter what he’s doing. A lot of things in this, and Stop Making Sense, and Talking Heads stuff in general, could feel pretentious to me if they were generated by someone else, but because David Byrne only ever makes you feel like he’s pursuing things that genuinely interest or excite him,…

this story is a fascinating microcosm of the Reagan years but idk it feels wildly irresponsible to spend an hour nostalgically framing the narrative as a real life latchkey kid 80s movie, then spend 15 absolutely harrowing minutes with just one of the families whose lives were ruined by the sick monster who ran this place, and then another 15 minutes trying to go back to the energy of the first hour. Leaves you with the gross feeling that the…