Jacob Lucibello

If I was a kid growing up in the suburban USA in the 70s and I saw that mfer, straight postured and all, outside my window I’d have an immediate panic attack.

Clayface as an isolated little origin story is fucking great! The body horror is so effective. Plenty of moments of sincere cringe, shock, and disgust as he is dismembered by the switch blade. Also some interesting themes around male ego and fragility. Really underscores how necessary a good therapist is for a man.

“No one cared who I was until I put on the mask”.

What an unbelievably well told story. As many have said, there are really some edge of your seat moments and the Nathan Fielder & Lance Oppenheim directorial duo work to entrance the viewer in the lives of incredibly perplexing people. Took while to really draw me in, but the second Amanda Seyfried came in and her passion for the story took over, I was very hooked. Love her and that she stood up for herself against that cunt of a “man”, Billy. This really is an unbelievable story that was so deep, has so many levels, and is so disturbing in many many ways. I love how Nathan, who is just as confused by his opportunity as we all are at the start, even gets the chance to be a tortured artist trapped in an NYC hotel deliberating over how to tell this epic tale. While monumental and incredibly well done, I am suffering from 2nd weekend syndrome. This is a disease I suffered earlier in the year with Obsession as well. The disease is characterized as when a film bro misses out on seeing something opening weekend, is fed with constant hype about said movie, and then expects it to meet every ounce of his pre conceived expectations. Yes, this is phenomenal. No, it is not one of the greatest films of all time. No, it should not win best picture. Yes, it should be praised and people should go watch it. Also, not to brag, but I used to be able to recite the entire Abbott & Costello Who’s on First?  routine.