Get you a Steve, someone who agrees to go into the attic after ALL THAT SPOOKY SHIT.

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Get you a Steve, someone who agrees to go into the attic after ALL THAT SPOOKY SHIT.
Overly bleak, charmless interpretation of the show and a blasphemous lack of Bowie/ MacLachlan content only twists the knife in my wounds.
Sheryl Lee really goes for it and carries the movie on her back, but its just not enough to drag a satisfying film out of the tangled mess.
After 30 minutes of Deer Meadow I'm gone. Long gone, like a turkey in the corn.
Gobble. Gobble. Gobble.