I guess I'm just not that amused by displays of mental illness
I was surprised at how frustrating, maddening, and TEDIOUS it felt to sit through this.
(I imagine not unlike what it would feel like to be trapped in a room for two hours with a bunch of blathering nuts.)
Considering the rave critical reviews, I expected something compelling-- so I powered through, expecting some sort of payoff. There was none.
This "exercise" didn't just seem pointless, but also a bit cruel.
Indulging and legitimizing the wild fantasies and delusions of barely-in-touch obsessives serves no purpose. It's not illuminating, and it's definitely not entertaining.