TotD does not do reviews; you know this, Enthusiasts. People get paid for reviews, and I’m just farting around trying to amuse myself. This is not a review. It is a recommendation: Wild Wild Country on the Netflix. It’s a documentary–a six-parter–about the Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, his followers, and their adventures in rural Oregon. Why am I recommending this fare? Let us go to the Bullet Points:

  • Megalomaniacal women.
  • A-Frames.
  • Bio-terrorism.
  • Gullible white people.
  • Racist white people (who were kind of right, but mostly shitty).
  • Terrible brown people.
  • Untrained yahoos toting Uzis.
  • So many Rolls-Royces that Elton John would have called it vulgar.
  • Increasingly intrusive musical choices.
  • The founder of Nike, out of fucking nowhere.
  • Two (2) moments that made me sit bolt-upright and say–out loud in my empty home–“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
  • (I won’t spoil them, but I will say that both events involved secretly putting substances in liquids.)
  • A lawyer with the severest Daddy Issues I’ve ever fucking seen.
  • Vague, semi-bullshit philosophies.
  • Vague, semi-placeable accents.
  • Fighting the Law.
  • The Law winning.
  • VHS, VHS, VHS.
  • So many odd dramatic decisions you’ll question the filmmakers’ intentions.
  • And this song, which sounds like it’s from 1923 Mississippi, but was written by a Canadian in 2014: