This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Watching The Game felt like being thrown into a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from — and I mean that in the best way possible. Michael Douglas is perfect as a man unraveling under the weight of a reality that’s constantly shifting beneath him. Every twist had me second-guessing what I thought I knew, and just when I thought I had it figured out, it pulled me in deeper. Sure, it flirts with going off the rails, but that chaos is what makes it stick. Days later, I’m still thinking about it — and still a little paranoid.