Are you watching Mindhunter?

Because you should be. Imagine if The X-Files was about actual, real serial killers instead of aliens and government conspiracies and sexual tension, and that’s Mindhunter. Kind of.

Based on the true crime book Mind Hunter: Inside the FBI’s Elite Serial Crime Unit by John E. Douglas and Mark Olshaker, the series is as much an unsettling psychodrama as it is an historical account of the FBI’s first, reluctant attempts at profiling murderers in the late 1970s. What’s perhaps most intriguing about it, though, is that there’s no sophisticated eccentricity, no narcissistic theatre, no Hannibal Lecter ovine eroticism here. These are the boring, suburban dads, husbands, and regular guys who live next door, and cut up women on the weekends for their own boring, suburban reasons. And it’s absolutely fascinating.

The first season is out now on Netflix, and a second season is already confirmed so that’s something to look forward to when you finish the binge.