Last weekend, I sat down to watch a newly-released film on Netflix filed neatly under the genres of “adventure” and “action comedy”.
Two hours later, and much to my surprise, I was a mess.
Clutching my cushion. Wiping my cheeks hot with tears after an aggressive spell of ugly-crying. Questioning decisions I have made in life. Regretting the homemade beef tacos I’d just eaten for dinner.
And all because of an enormous CGI “super-pig” named Okja.
This one: