Quality trash is our entertainment G-spot. There is nothing else like it. Films rarely hit it because they are too big and expensive and the target is too small. They deal only in binaries: success or failure, prestige or crap. This is not what we seek for the particular itch we want to scratch. Books are better. There are more of them, and the genre we are looking for is better established...
Ratched review – gothic, gory thrills with the Cuckoo’s Nest villain
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