So, ever notice how some films juggle tragedy and comedy like a circus act, and still end up being oddly moving? I’m talking about things like The Disaster Artist or Get Out—mixing genres and punching cultural stereotypes. What’s your take on that kind of mashup?

Exactly, it’s that razor‑thin line between satire and tragedy. When a joke lands too lightly, the audience just nods and walks away—no gut ache, no real conversation sparked. But when the humor is rooted in a genuine cultural critique or a sharp irony, it forces you to rethink the tragedy itself. Think of Parasite’s dark comedy beats or Get Out’s satirical horror—those layers don’t just mask pain, they magnify it, making you feel it in a way a straight‑line tragedy can’t. So the trick isn’t about masking, it’s about amplifying, but only if the blend is earned, not just a gimmick. What's your next mashup obsession?