The problem with giving a shit about the stakes in this movie is that it doesn't seem like the characters give a shit about the stakes in this movie.
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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I'm glad the predator likes watching all these folks die, someone should be enjoying this.
Theres something profoundly dated about this in a way that isn't even joyous but rather tedious. The jokes in this are an odd combination of a weak ass spec script and a teenager quoting south park and its edited in such a haphazard way that it's almost difficult to follow even though its so deeply straightforward.