A firehose of tragedy with no off valve.
It's incredible the way Zac Efron finds such sensitivity in a maelstrom of toxic masculinity and body dysmorphia (the struggles of which appear to map themselves onto star as much as character), and how, even with the deathly fates pummelling the path of his cursed family dynasty, Kevin Von Erich somehow withstands it all with such quiet, damaged internal poise, even as he's visibly buckling under the weight of impossible expectation.
There's…