If you want to know what "intense" truly means, then, by all means, do subject yourself to this painful ordeal and when the runtime clock hits the 1h08m mark, keep. Your Eyes. On Jason. London because there is some edge-of-your-seat quality, method-nodding acting happening right there and your mind will be blown and, I mean... you're welcome? To save you the trouble: Yes, there is no need to judge me for wasting my life reviewing this crap on top of watching it, to begin with. I judge myself aplenty. Forgive me, Godard, for I have sinned.

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