a sad song on the world's saddest banjo by sadjan stevens
here's a wildly unpopular opinion: it's just fine. i have the same problem with every mike flanagan work where i think the plot is bogged down by ridiculous monologuing for long minutes about Concepts that never actually goes anywhere. it doesn't build up tension to a thrilling conclusion, but kind of drags then hobbles and then slowly dies. so here we are
[set of murder-mystery "and then there were none"]
director: yeah so aiden just like... put on a towel
aiden turner: like this?
director: yeah but like. lower... Lower.... i want to almost see your dick.
aiden: uh so what about the murderer
director: aiden, please. the towel