Looks Can Kill
- Episode aired Sep 29, 2019
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A whirlwind romance ensues after beautiful and mysterious Rebecca Thudin meets dashing Larry Fenton; their union appears to be a match made in heaven, until a murder exposes a tangled web of... Read allA whirlwind romance ensues after beautiful and mysterious Rebecca Thudin meets dashing Larry Fenton; their union appears to be a match made in heaven, until a murder exposes a tangled web of lies, deceit and buried secrets.A whirlwind romance ensues after beautiful and mysterious Rebecca Thudin meets dashing Larry Fenton; their union appears to be a match made in heaven, until a murder exposes a tangled web of lies, deceit and buried secrets.
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I should wake up blind after seeing this...
American monster looks can kill s04e05
I rarely want to write a review, I only do so when something's so exceptional - either in a good way, or, as in this case, in a horrifyingly nauseating way - begs for attention.
This episode begins with a shot of one of the episode's 2 protagonists (named Rebecca). As the (god awful, untalented) VO drones mumbles about the 'secret' this glamorous, gorgeous..' person who's currently being seen, the image is of - that I swear - was (of either) a middle aged man in the most hideous, 90s over...processed, bleached... everything wig imaginable (or), a titl truelly feignin frightening drag queen (which in this case is not something to strive for - AM a and I've known some of the best DQs of the last the last few decades).
I'm very short order, this person - described as the 'versatile glamorous' daughter of a south West family receives a phone call which - in the combined meaning of untalented script writer meets hammy unprofessional (but probably very cheap) VO (that's 'voice over') artist (Anna I use that term only as a professional courtesy) which will 'throw her life into turmoil....'
What is the phone call? Turns out this... glamazon from hell isn't the natural child of the family we're currently seeing, but is the daughter of a woman (who's current appearance) suddenly appears on our screen.
She's a woman who's - well, there's no polite way of putting it - she looks OLD - and in a totally undated for way.
Tops isn't helped but what she says;
(The woman who's the focus of this episode) was her daughter, but it being the 60s (that's the 1960s, when she was born), she (old) mom 'drank every day she was pregnant, and then did every drug imaginable...'
Try to imagine someone looking like grandma Moses on a bad day talking about her ... (oh, god) youthful days, in a bounce remnants of Popeye on estrogen.
Frightening.
This is the unbelievable part; a as someone who was adopted themselves as a baby, a birth parent is NEVER - EVER given the right to make contact with their both child, either without having first received permission from the child in question (let alone this one who never even knew she'd been adopted!), and to do so in such a way that if this were me, I'd have rang the cops so day on them, or would make their head spin!
Not every person who's been adopted is aware of this fact, and NOT every person who's been adopted - and IS aware WANTS contact!
But either way, is the child's RIGHT to be allowed access FIRST, and this is one nightmare I'd NOT wish in my worst enemy.
She said she did it because she wanted (her birth child) to know what her 'momma was really like'.
How about sending a freakin' letter? Then wait for a response - if any!
Disgusting.
It moves one frightening bit to the next - if this weren't real, it might be hilarious.
The next thing is, bleach blonde frizz-haired 'interior decorator' - who, in no way on earth looks like anyone ANYBODY like the so-called 'millionaire clients' who she 'jet's around the world to work for' would give her a dime to use the same awful taste she's decked herself up with, and decorate anything than a Highway restroom (she looks like a hooker with klass', as is humorously said to describe a person so lacking in it).
What I've just told is only the first 10-15 minutes. The next part is bleach blonde becomes the wife of an older man (cough-cough, middle aged crisis, cough-cough), who marries her after knowing her for lest than half a year.
As he goes off... to do know where, this vision of tackiness invites her instant, over dried mom (the Ellen who has said she was whacked out on every conceivable drug) to hang out with her down at her new glamorous 'mansion', and what do mom and daughter do? Why, they just sit there and knock back bottles after bottles of liquor.
Upstanding mom is surprised how much her little one puts away (erm, perhaps she's never heard, but addiction tends to run in families), with no mention of worker her (over) consumption, or problem
This is so terrible in every wrong way, for people like me - who actually love bad taste and kitsch (like the film Showgirls, which for some bizarre reason this film reminds me lot of - in a nightmarish way), that there's no way I recommend this, and say this is a perfect example of why today Soviets so swiftly going down the crapper.
Rather than watching this, do yourself a favour; go put, adopt a stray, read a newspaper, and go to sleep. All of which will be more beneficial than this piece of garbage.
One sort of bizarre pleasure was watching Rebecca's god friend (and from the looks of her, a former coworker, though at what job, I'm NOT going to say), Sheila, who - when sh-t his the fan receives a ring, and she defines Rebecca thusly; 'I picked up the phone and is Rebecca just 'frikkin' out, cryin'...' for you, Shellia, I'm reminded of that indelible image fell Showgirls off the older woman who was the stage mom at the (WAY!) down market stop club, who's claim to fame was every time she has a funny line, she'd pull a hidden queue, and her (sagging) pendulous.... would pop out (her best line being, 'that reminds me of sunshine I got burned off my tw-t...')
Cripes, I'm ill.
This is a car crash - your shouldn't look, and I'm trying to save you from a sleepless night, DON'T watch this.
I rarely want to write a review, I only do so when something's so exceptional - either in a good way, or, as in this case, in a horrifyingly nauseating way - begs for attention.
This episode begins with a shot of one of the episode's 2 protagonists (named Rebecca). As the (god awful, untalented) VO drones mumbles about the 'secret' this glamorous, gorgeous..' person who's currently being seen, the image is of - that I swear - was (of either) a middle aged man in the most hideous, 90s over...processed, bleached... everything wig imaginable (or), a titl truelly feignin frightening drag queen (which in this case is not something to strive for - AM a and I've known some of the best DQs of the last the last few decades).
I'm very short order, this person - described as the 'versatile glamorous' daughter of a south West family receives a phone call which - in the combined meaning of untalented script writer meets hammy unprofessional (but probably very cheap) VO (that's 'voice over') artist (Anna I use that term only as a professional courtesy) which will 'throw her life into turmoil....'
What is the phone call? Turns out this... glamazon from hell isn't the natural child of the family we're currently seeing, but is the daughter of a woman (who's current appearance) suddenly appears on our screen.
She's a woman who's - well, there's no polite way of putting it - she looks OLD - and in a totally undated for way.
Tops isn't helped but what she says;
(The woman who's the focus of this episode) was her daughter, but it being the 60s (that's the 1960s, when she was born), she (old) mom 'drank every day she was pregnant, and then did every drug imaginable...'
Try to imagine someone looking like grandma Moses on a bad day talking about her ... (oh, god) youthful days, in a bounce remnants of Popeye on estrogen.
Frightening.
This is the unbelievable part; a as someone who was adopted themselves as a baby, a birth parent is NEVER - EVER given the right to make contact with their both child, either without having first received permission from the child in question (let alone this one who never even knew she'd been adopted!), and to do so in such a way that if this were me, I'd have rang the cops so day on them, or would make their head spin!
Not every person who's been adopted is aware of this fact, and NOT every person who's been adopted - and IS aware WANTS contact!
But either way, is the child's RIGHT to be allowed access FIRST, and this is one nightmare I'd NOT wish in my worst enemy.
She said she did it because she wanted (her birth child) to know what her 'momma was really like'.
How about sending a freakin' letter? Then wait for a response - if any!
Disgusting.
It moves one frightening bit to the next - if this weren't real, it might be hilarious.
The next thing is, bleach blonde frizz-haired 'interior decorator' - who, in no way on earth looks like anyone ANYBODY like the so-called 'millionaire clients' who she 'jet's around the world to work for' would give her a dime to use the same awful taste she's decked herself up with, and decorate anything than a Highway restroom (she looks like a hooker with klass', as is humorously said to describe a person so lacking in it).
What I've just told is only the first 10-15 minutes. The next part is bleach blonde becomes the wife of an older man (cough-cough, middle aged crisis, cough-cough), who marries her after knowing her for lest than half a year.
As he goes off... to do know where, this vision of tackiness invites her instant, over dried mom (the Ellen who has said she was whacked out on every conceivable drug) to hang out with her down at her new glamorous 'mansion', and what do mom and daughter do? Why, they just sit there and knock back bottles after bottles of liquor.
Upstanding mom is surprised how much her little one puts away (erm, perhaps she's never heard, but addiction tends to run in families), with no mention of worker her (over) consumption, or problem
This is so terrible in every wrong way, for people like me - who actually love bad taste and kitsch (like the film Showgirls, which for some bizarre reason this film reminds me lot of - in a nightmarish way), that there's no way I recommend this, and say this is a perfect example of why today Soviets so swiftly going down the crapper.
Rather than watching this, do yourself a favour; go put, adopt a stray, read a newspaper, and go to sleep. All of which will be more beneficial than this piece of garbage.
One sort of bizarre pleasure was watching Rebecca's god friend (and from the looks of her, a former coworker, though at what job, I'm NOT going to say), Sheila, who - when sh-t his the fan receives a ring, and she defines Rebecca thusly; 'I picked up the phone and is Rebecca just 'frikkin' out, cryin'...' for you, Shellia, I'm reminded of that indelible image fell Showgirls off the older woman who was the stage mom at the (WAY!) down market stop club, who's claim to fame was every time she has a funny line, she'd pull a hidden queue, and her (sagging) pendulous.... would pop out (her best line being, 'that reminds me of sunshine I got burned off my tw-t...')
Cripes, I'm ill.
This is a car crash - your shouldn't look, and I'm trying to save you from a sleepless night, DON'T watch this.
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