It just creates a disconnect. Joe is a monster, but Beck becomes that you care less and less for and feel less and less pity towards as she is being preyed upon.

My grandfather died a few years back. I was unofficially estranged from he, it wasn’t intentional or me cutting of all strings when he tried to pursue communications. I just quit talking to him and he quit talking to me.

He was a piece of shit. He never beat my grandmother, he never killed anyone, and he wasn’t violent. But he was a cheater, and emotionally manipulative and abusive, narcissistic. He never did something truly unredeemable like Joe did. He died in his workshop, the dude love building little steam-driven engines and fixing up old Model-Ts, and no one found him a few days because he had no friends or family left.

It was a heart attack, who knows if he suffered or not, but my family didn’t care.

The most fucked up part is I didn’t find out until he had already been buried, and I didn’t care. It became total indifference. I hope he didn’t suffer, I guess, and I hope he lost consciousness quick instead of laying on a oily, cold concrete floor for hours. Beyond that, I don’t care.

Beck is that type of person. She uses people, she cheats, she’s a liar, she’s manipulative, and she’s toxic in ways it’s hard to describe. It’s hard to make the audience feel bad for someone they hate and probably reminds them of a family member, former friend, lover, etc.

People die all the time. Good people, decent people, eh people. It’s hard to feel bad in real life or while watching a show when a shitty one dies.