Movies, they're good.
The existential horror really starts to set in after the fifth (sixth?) watch.
Sheeran, he's always in the background. Present, but not really *there*, not really engaging. His life is an impressionistic sequence, like a cardboard cutout facsimile of a real human's life, and it's unclear if he's even aware that's what's happening. Before it's too late.
Gives me chills