Watching Netflix’s Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem & Madness is like watching a dumpster fire; if the dumpster fire was inside a train wreck, which has been driven off the cliff, because Donald Trump and Kanye West are fighting each other for the wheel.
Words like ‘batshit’ or ‘clusterfuck’ are not enough to describe it, and neither is ‘shitshow’. It is ostensibly a documentary, but I could not have dreamed up the story even if I snorted Pablo Escobar’s entire inventory, in one long line running from Medellin to Montreal.
The story begins in ‘Bumfuck’ Oklahoma, where a man named Joe Exotic runs the ‘World’s Largest Big Cat Park’. There are 200 or so lions, tigers, and other dangerous animals, but the main attraction is Joe himself—a man who makes Steven Lim look like Heng Swee Keat.
More sensible in this case, meaning literally anything at all.
When asked if he wore the underwear himself, he replies: “I don’t wear underwear.”