Queen of Earth reminded me of all experiences I've had listening to someone I was dating tell me a complex, multi-layered account of a rift between their girlfriends and how I would always tune out when I realized that everyone involved was somehow at fault. My responses would usually end up sounding like this. "I get you're upset that Crystal didn't invite you to Jenny's party on Friday, but didn't you tell Crystal last week that you thought Jenny was fake?"
See what just happened? You might have missed it, but In an attempt to bring light to my partner’s perceived lack of self-awareness and hopefully offer up a little objective clarity, I've instead just f**ked around and picked sides. Along with Crystal being shady and Jenny being a tool, I've just became the guy who should probably, "go f**k Jenny and Crystal if they're so special"
"Jay, you. just. don't. under. stand." Maybe I don't. Maybe these stories are told in such microscopic detail that it's hard to see the full scope. It's always scary when you can't see sh*t. I can cite a couple of examples of note: the worms in Tremors, sharks, Glaucoma eyes, and now with Queen of Earth, a look at what lurks deep below the surface, hidden inside the baggage of a female friendship. It's terrifying.