Big Brother

Yep

It's a movie I keep coming back to -- way more thoughtful than it has any right to be. What happens when you have secret access to and knowledge of people's private lives? How does that forbidden information gradually corrupt your interactions with them, allow you to subtly influence their every move? I wonder if Mark Zuckerberg has crossed the line in his own way, able to call up profiles and deduce all he need to about an individual, close to omniscient.

Zeke is like the little God-King in his tower, spoiled and childish. He uses his power to live out some demented fantasy related to his mother, approving the same blonde-type for the same apartment, sleeping with and manipulating any resident he fancies with the same stock routine. 113's his world; we're all just living/acting in it for his entertainment.

Then when Carly comes along, he just might have met someone he truly connects with, but of course, this connection is founded on deceit after deceit to the point where they cannot be reasoned away or forgiven. He may not be a murderer, after all, but then he's still loathsome -- an amoral creep on a power-trip masquerading as the boy next door. GET A LIFE.