I think it more likely that Refn's championing of catfish-fried preacher Estus Pirkle's trilogy of hegemonic redneck paranoia (he's particuarly "waxy eloquent" about IF FOOTMEN TIRE YOU, WHAT WILL HORSES DO?) prophesies what looks increasingly like a breakup of America into two nations rather than a future glimpse at a so-called Pencified (or is that "Penci-fried"?) nation "under God and mother's milk," but it's clear he wants to be the avatar of edgy.
That said, a theatrical double bill of GUILTY BYSTANDER and STARK FEAR could be a welcome sight on the horizon for either NC SF or NC LA in 2021, when we are past the current "liquid curations" phase of Eddie's 2020 efforts and the penchant for "international noir" has subsided along with (hopefully, at any rate) the Coronavirus. (And a shout-out to Elliot Lavine, who could shake things up in his new hometown by transfixing it with a show like this, the type of eyeball scorching entertainment that made him a legend in SF.)