I’m no Timothy Treadwell, but man, Tuunbaq is hella relatable. I mean, you can totally get his emotions. Imagine: you mind your own business just doing chores around the Arctic, when 129 unwashed bearded men break into your house, kill your mate, bully his kid and then start killing themselves all over your property. And when you think that Franklin’s infernal Coachella is finally over, there is this skinny surfer dude in his underwear trying to give you his tongue thinking he’s on chat roulette or something. That’s some Aronofsky level of terror