The industry’s dirty adventure isn’t just on the screen. It’s the contract you sign every time you click "Skip Intro." And right now, we are all complicit in the mess. James M. Tobin is a cultural critic and author of "The Algorithm of Outrage: Streaming and the Death of Moral Clarity."
The format is always the same: gory details up top, then a slow zoom on a photo of the victim, then 45 minutes of "was the killer actually kind of hot / misunderstood / a product of their environment?" The victim becomes a prop. The killer becomes a protagonist. And the audience becomes a detective-voyeur, masturbating intellectually to someone else’s worst day.
When Netflix released Dahmer – Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story , the backlash was swift from victims’ families, who said the show re-traumatized them. But the backlash didn't stop 115 million households from watching. The dirty adventure, it turns out, has no shame. The recent trainwreck of HBO’s The Idol (created by Sam Levinson, Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye, and Reza Fahim) offered a case study in the genre’s collapse into self-parody. Marketed as a "sleazy Hollywood fairy tale," the show featured a pop star (Lily-Rose Depp) falling under the spell of a sleazy club owner/cult leader. It was supposed to be a provocation about the music industry’s exploitation of young women.
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