The old cathedrals often have sublime artworks hidden away in the darkest corners for only God to see. The same goes for murder.

A sadistic self-critique told through Jack - OCD serial killer who reflects on his vile acts as art with his own pseudo-supreme and arrogant lens on the world. Interesting as we’re never too sure of which details are a figment of pure bias due to this narrative totally coming from Jack and no one else. The majority…

Edgar Wright lookin’-ass

I’m not really up for a story about two unlikably stuck-up moronic plebs breaking up over a movie dispute (even if it was symbolic for what said film meant to them, this wasn’t introduced or developed well at all), and the style is so protrudent of Wright I just spent the whole time wanting to watch a Wright film instead. Inspirations are OK, but use that to find your own style and not just be a total…