Dear Lars,
Hello again incel, I hope this letter finds you in below average health. Your self congratulatory egotism, your obsession with gratuitous depravity, and quite frankly your ineptitude at making at the very least a coherent film still amazes me. I’m not sure how you managed to make a film about a serial killer boring, but congratulations nonetheless. Clearly you think filming in a shaky mockumentary style makes you avant-garde and subversive, but once again you were mistaken. I’m…