

Flesh follows the slow, greasy unravelling of a man whose chief talent is persistence—not in love, ambition, or self-improvement, but in the daily ritual of dragging his aging carcass through yet another humiliation. He is not a hero. He is not even particularly interesting. He is, in fact, a bore. And yet he is us—or at least the version of us the mirror catches when we‘re not posing.
sarahbarnes Great review! 3w
ifaizi May the consistency in producing masterpiece continue... keep up the good work & effort... let's support my masterpiece... thank you... 2w
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