Jesus. I mean…. look, I’d seen King Dick a few years back and I of course heard the name “Christian Levatino” bandied about in dark back rooms and whispered in men’s room stalls at Awards ceremonies, but this was next level. Was it that the characters, dialogue, and acting was so believable, that the use of light and music was subtle genius, or that the eight men onstage used the words as a greasy surfboard to ride a potent dark wave of 70’s paranoia? Probably all of it. Regardless, call me a new Gangbusters devotee. Can’t wait for the next installment!