Introversion Joke No. 14. Horror has been a major part of my life, so I’m accustomed to movies that are tailor-made to ruin your day, within and without reason, but I’m immune to art that seems to work only as canvaseless, emotionless faith-in-humanity bloodletting. If there’s no hope then have style, but this is rancidly nihilistic for the goal of chastising anybody with a cloth of empathy for other people. Some of the cruelest works of art still felt there was vaguely nice things to life, yet this boasts all sorts of contradictions that all boil down to advertising that you should hate everyone. Everybody’s a coward who will choke in crisis, but also don’t bother because The Enemy will always win. Stones upon anyone with a place in their heart for sympathy, even for the victims of a cruel world. The worst flavor of genre misanthropy. Go away.