not to belabor the point too much after my last review but mwah, Eric Red does it again. violence, gaslighting, a super duper fucked up and obssessed psycho villain. and of course this owes a lot to Kathryn Bigelow as well, and i feel like this is where she really began to solidify her thesis on macsulinity and men as opposed to just making violent hangout movies. all of the actors in this are amazing. the Ron Silver and Jamie…

two of my favorite screenwriters, Eric Red (writer of The Hitcher and Near Dark) and Norman Snider (writer of Dead Ringers and Secret Weapons) collaborated to make this. i love co-written movies because they are always all over the fucking place, especially if the writers have very different styles like they do here, but also this has some of their best individual ideas.

i mean, Snider distills what "body horror" means to me, an examination of the metaphysical nature of…

i honestly thought it was going to SUCK as i don't love the idea of art house horror, 2.5 hours long, co-opting the shiny glam Barbie aesthetic to "satirize" it but really glamorizing it... i had no plans to see it whatsoever. also i have no special love for techno/whatever that music was.

but. i saw a vial of green liquid. the 🧪. the juice. i knew i had to see it. how could i say no to any horror…

alright movie. pretty slow for a crime film but it felt somehow realistically boring? a life of crime can't be all heists, you might have to get trafficked in Tijuana and made to work in a tortilla factory for a bit. honestly, pretty damn decent, not perfect. John Hurt feels so out of place here and many of the actors just don't go together even though i like them all individually. it certainly felt like it was lacking in emotional…