I Win
The creeper fakes an attack and frames John. The perv and his wife are on a roadtrip. This show leaves viewers biting the carpet with rage. Everyone hates Danny. The reporter is disgusting. John is arrested. The creeper is smug and weird and creepy. The perv is a criminal mastermind. Why am I watching this dreck? It is not achingly solemn and has no unrelenting seriousness. I don't care about the creeper and his simmering resentment. I don't care about the insufficiently supportive John or his boring wife. I don't care that Adam isn't Adam. The perv doesn't ooze dread and Danny isn't a loveable loser. There is no desperate sadness or underlying unease or drastic consequences. This leaves you disengaged.
