"These films are not morality tales. They don't hand you redemption or catharsis. They just leave you in the room with the stench of insecurity, cowardice, and fear disguised as power. And yes—sometimes they're seductive too. Let's not kid ourselves: there's a thrill in swagger, in hedonism, in watching men burn down their lives. These films understand that toxicity can be both repellent and magnetic.
We live in an age that pretends to have all the right words, but words don't cut deep enough anymore. We don't need punishment or judgment. We need images that hold hurt in all its filmic energy, that open up spaces words cannot reach. These films are not comfortable, polite, or safe. They are essential because they remind us that ignoring the sickness never makes it go away. It only metastasizes."
