the opening scene made me jump out of my seat in the theater. that never happens. it reminds me of the jumpscare that wasn’t really a jumpscare in lake mungo. this isn’t my first rodeo, i know the horror genre like the back of my hand. this is gonna be brief, but i think fully seeing longlegs (nicholas cage) ruined the entire film. the way he was kept half out of frame in the beginning should’ve been how it was…

when you hear older people say, “i saw the exorcist in theaters when it first came out.” or any other genre defining piece of cinema they saw in their day…when i’m old, decrepit, rocking in my rocking chair at the nursing home…i’m gonna say to my nurse, “i fucking saw the substance in theaters when it first came out.” let me be clear. this film is a masterpiece.

every single tiny, minuscule detail is divine. coralie fargeat is a living,…

“if you can't fully let yourself go, how can you ever transform into something else?” at first glance, you’ll believe this is some shitty z horror film. it’s certainly wrapped in those aesthetics…but if you give it a chance and look a little closer??? it’s much more than that. some moments are so well done. there’s a certain seemingly unintentional meta aspect of an actress playing an actress. the main character (sarah) begins as a mediocre actor…in the way she…

i don’t know what to say. the main performance of isabelle huppert is a legitimate mindfuck. usually, i can articulate my experience viewing a film with ease. it’s never a struggle for me. i was so uncomfortable throughout many moments of this film. there’s a certain vulnerability you have to have, as a person, to portray a character like this. human sexuality is extremely nuanced. correct me if i’m wrong, but i’ve never seen a woman watching porn in a movie? sexually…