Review of The Therapy

I woke from sleep in a panic - I had not yet done my civic duty and warned people about this crapload! I watch so many movies, streamed, in theaters, whatever. And I love good twisted thrillers/mysteries with flashbacks, conundrums and so on. But if you have any loathsome chore to spend time on - clipping your cat's or your own nails, cleaning grit out of your porcelain pedestal, making donations to fake charities - you should opt to do that instead of watching this. This thing should have a HAZMAT symbol stamped on it, like you are forbidden to drive over a bridge or through a tunnel with it locked in your trunk. It's like antimatter and dark matter colliding, causing something like an explosion of marshmallows! The main character carries on like a dolt's attempt to imitate Max Von Sydow, but with the hysterical soul of Julia Roberts, AND her scenery-chewing brother Eric. I won't tell you any details or spoilers, because there are no details worth mentioning, and it's already spoiled like stuff left in the fridge too long. Like the infamous Norwegian Blue parrot, it is deceased! It has gone to meet its maker! Thump thump! - it is a "late parrot!" It is pretentious twaddle and makes NO sense whatsoever. Phew - now that I have conscientiously warned you I think I'll go jump in a lake.