Tanky Toon

This isn’t a bad drama, and I can see exactly what it’s trying to do. The commentary on toxic fan culture, boundary‑crossing “supporters,” and the way the entertainment industry flips its loyalty the second an idol stops being profitable — all of that is valid, necessary, and honestly refreshing to see addressed so directly. Celebrities are humans, not emotional vending machines, and the show makes that point clearly.

But the execution doesn’t always land. The scenes meant to highlight how dangerous obsessive fandom can be feel oddly muted, and the company’s reaction — treating criminal behavior like a PR hiccup — ends up more frustrating than impactful. The message is strong; the delivery wobbles.

The mystery element doesn’t help. When I can identify the killer before the story even settles, the suspense loses its footing. Predictability isn’t fatal, but it does make the viewing experience feel flatter than it should.

I’m not angry at the drama — just quietly stepping away before mild disappointment turns into irritation. I’ll give it a respectable score for the actress and the intention behind the commentary, but this isn’t something I need to push through.