A document of cruel self-delusions, an index of unusual realities, virtually a postscript to the body of Western literature about romantic love, and an extraordinarily fine opportunity to exult in the suffering of your fellow human beings.
When Schulman gets everyone to make nice and agree that they've shared some kind of growing experience, that the smell of bullshit becomes bad enough to make your TV buckle.
It's impossible to watch these emotional confrontations and not feel for the one who's been duped, but the instigators' honesty about their motivations is a telling glimpse into the prevalence of this issue.
In addition, the producers do a shrewd job of not just building toward the reveal, but then following its aftermath, with the emotions of the previously unseen party brought into the equation.
I truly think the show is genius. You never know what to expect. Literally, each person he works with has a totally different story than the next person.
The veracity of this series is, in the end, less important than what it says about a culture in which people blithely create online worlds on a collision course with the truth.
