Who? Phoebe Bridgers?
'nuff said; I'm there, but if it matters, here's the plotline:
Primetime revisits the To Catch a Predator era, when Chris Hansen’s televised sex-crime stings turned hidden-camera journalism into must-see prime-time spectacle—part public-service exposé, part ratings machine, and part ethical minefield. The film is set around Hansen’s 2006 push to “make television history.”
Welp, saw it. Phoebe's in it lots! And is the high point, I must say.
As for the rest of the film, it invents way too much about Hansen. That—plus all the dirty-talk—ruined the film for me.
Coulda been really powerful.
Instead, it's an icky smear-film that does no one, much less actual historic victims, any good.
