I think the title sums it up enough. This director isnt a director, but a stalker who literally moves into Martins building to provide us the viewers no extra info. He than convinces other stalkers to be interviewees in this to provide no extra narration. I hope the lady journalist enjoys her future kids from being a stalker. Sad day in society that this is released as a film.

On so many levels.

As the Wu-Tang guy said, everything we do is recorded in one way or another.

I just wanted to know more about Martin S. And I found out a few things I didn't know. If he were my kid, I would have helped to take him down.

It's also shows a sad commentary on American pharma laws. Just add it to the list.

I wanted to punch the sociopathic jerk before I saw the film. After the film, I wanted to punch the sociopathic jerk AND the idiot who memorialized his poison with a movie.

This is a movie for people like Susan Sarandon who throw their votes away to prove something or Tulsi Gabbard that answers "HERE" on a yea or nay House vote. It makes no point, wastes two hours, and does nothing but show you how dumb and pointless the lives are of the selfish trolls who think they are journalists,