standout viewing for the chum-lubed canker pheasant that was December.
(November)
literally could not stop crying throughout the run time. that actually never happens to me.
another relationshit movie that makes me feel so good about doing so bad.
thank you for your fan service. btw: fuck the Matrix Remarketed and Spoder-Meh: No One Cares.
when i was a kid, one of my most watched video tapes was this sort of motion children's book that compiled these stories about kids being left to their own devices. one had a girl who ate peanut butter and pickle sandwiches for breakfast, another culminated with a boy having a nightmare in a bathtub where he was perused by a cackling giant in an underground cave. this movie kind of remined me of them.
one of the most imaginative Ozploitation films of all time.
late 90s Y2PreK aesthetics collide with giallo worship.
another entry in my much beloved not-a-vampire vampire cannon.
Elevated SOV Horror.
so much for "untranslatable".
easily slides into my top ten viewing experiences for the year. so thirsty. so miserable. unlovingly lovable. captures the mood of this past year without coming off like its trying to tap into the "zeitgeist". could be applied to almost any time... and that's perhaps the problem? i don't know... i'm so fried from *gestures wildly with harsh stabbing motions* ALL. OF. THIS. that i can't really put the cavernous depths of my unceasing frustration and immobilizing loneliness into a coherently crafted piece of digital articulation. go back and watch all the film recommendations from the past year on this blog and you might find certain thematic patterns repeat on a less than sporadic basis. think i'll have another panic blackout about it.
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