On Netflix, amidst The Office reruns and reality dating shows, Anatomy of Hell sits like a landmine. It has no plot to comfort you, no hero to root for, no beauty to aestheticize the pain. It is just a woman, a man, a chair, and a speculum. And for those who make it to the end, the question lingers long after the credits roll: Was that hell I just watched—or a mirror?
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