![]() A man, a Jet Ski, and the Survivor opus “Eye of the Tiger” proved that you only need three ingredients to achieve utter badassery. ![]() ![]() A blonde woman warmly nicknamed us her “cats and kittens,” and also owned a cluster of adorable felines who had just maybe digested her husband. A besequined man with a bleached mullet sang us country songs whilst giving chin scritches to an apex predator. Of course Eric Goode and Rebecca Chaiklin’s crime documentary about the nutty world of big-cat enthusiasts was going to be a phenomenon. Newly quarantined at home and still about a month away from buying sourdough starters and waiting for them to develop sentience, we discovered on Netflix an insistent nasal drawl that temporarily drowned out the chatter in our heads. March 2020 was basically just one long hiccup-punctuated ugly cry that could only be soothed by the pacifier that was Tiger King.
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