A Lovecraftian Meditation on the gripping Existential Horror of Americanism as seen by an Old Stock Yankee to the tune of Primus, which assuredly one is told; sucks – or, an exercise in fatalism encapsulating the gnawing dread of metacognition that your life is a scripted drama and you are a mannequin – or The Black Pill.

Politically incorrect, trigger warning: I'm tipping holy cows and kicking them while they're down. Shyamalan twist; we're only kicking ourselves.