So, it’s been about an hour of sweaty, bass-thumping dancing at a house party that, in most respects, is identical to every other one I’ve ever been to. I walk outside to get some fresh air (and maybe a welcome whiff of cigarette smoke) when a friend approaches me complaining that a girl she clearly “cancelled” is still following her “finsta,” or “fake Instagram.”

Let me dial this back a little bit.

You might just believe for a second that you are in fact watching a documentary about a Jonestown-esque cult, but then the show throws out something remarkably absurd such as “orgasm jars,” where cult members must scream their pleasure into a jar in order to preserve it for future moments of darkness.

Springsteen is a rock ‘n’ roll legend, one that is beloved and cherished — in vastly different ways — by two Daily Arts writers.

There aren’t many times I go into a new show/documentary/whatever where I am predisposed to despise the overall subject matter. Not that I went into the PBS documentary “Margaret: The Rebel Princess” hating the late Princess Margaret herself, but rather the concept of royalty and well, the British Empire and its brutal domination of large swaths of the planet.