This is melodrama on GLP-1s.

What the fuck, man. This shoulda been mine.

“She’s dead. She’s dead like Julius Caesar.”

Tremendous.

It’s basically like if “Sullivan’s Travels” smashed with a cheerleader titty slasher flick, but then all of a sudden one of those real lonely episodes of “Magnum Pi” tumbles into the frame like Jack Tripper over a velveteen hassock, all blushing & apologetic but kinda intrigued too, politely asking with his eyes for a more formal invite to lay a hand. Meanwhile, now there’s a Dave Robecheax novel slouched just inside the frame of a swaying door behind them, a lil’ sourpussed, shaking his head a bit with the displeasure.