there is a certain school of writing that believes that if 75% of your audience can’t follow your narrative, you are Clever and Deep.
if I could, I would kill this notion with fire. if there is a running narrative in my head of “what the fuck is going on? who the fuck are these people? who’s TALKING? where are we? when are we? What the EVER LOVING FUCK am I reading / watching? plot? is there a plot somewhere in this disjointed mess?” then you are failing utterly at your job. unless your aim was to irritate me, in which case congrats.
every time I read or watch something produced by this school of thought, I get even grumpier because I know the content creator is congratulating themselves like a smug motherfucker over losing most of their audience, and I want to beat them with a shovel.