The editing in this is garbage but I still like it more than my vapid bitch of an aunt.
There's this great moment where Gay Talese, in his respectable suit, sits down and tells the lady editor at the New Yorker his subject (Foos) is "not creepy."
It's great for two reasons. One, it is immediately followed by Foos giving an incredibly lurid and detailed description of watching his aunt naked through a window and masturbating. And also because the crew goes back to talk to the editor and she says that Foos is a sociopath.
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Bless Rico, who just like a white boy, fails upwards into higher and higher command.
There's something about the bureaucratic movement in this that reminds me of the three weeks I worked at a call center and found out my boss had been there for 6 months. Her take on it was "in six months you could be the boss" and my take was "Jesus Christ your turnover is killer."