I get it, I get it…Barry Keoghan and the W magazine guys want to alarm and offend middle-class schmucks like myself. Mission accomplished, so to speak.

Comment #1: Thank God in heaven that they chose not show Keoghan’s “blood”-stained feet. Comment #2: The grand guignol effect is compromised if not ruined by Keohgan’s grotesque bee-stung nose. Comment #3: No offense but if Bloody Barry was the size of an insect and I happened to notice him crawling along my kitchen floor, I would gently pick him up and take him outside and place him in the grass…I wouldn’t stomp him to death…I would give him the gift of freedom.