Jane doesn’t want to be the girlfriend.
She wants to be the reason you succeed.

This is obsession horror dressed up as devotion. Quiet, strategic, deeply intentional. The kind where the killer isn’t chasing you… she’s curating you.

Halo Kitsch is hypnotic here, she plays Jane like she’s not spiraling… she’s ascending.

The kills are personal. The tension is intimate. And the scariest part? Dimitri has no idea his biggest supporter might be his biggest threat.

Support your local bands. Just maybe vet your fans first.

Rylee isn’t a villain. She’s grief, WiFi, and a savior complex wrapped in glitter eyeliner.

The lead performance absolutely carries this. Angelic one second, quietly unhinged the next. And the soundtrack? Actually slaps.

Celebrity crush… but make it horror.

A fairy-tale dipped in blood and childhood grief, with Wed Anderson vibes, Goodebumps monsters, and John Wick fight scenes. I loved every deranged second.

This movie grabbed my hand delicately… then gnawed it off. A coming-of-age cannibal crisis dipped in sisterhood and insanity. I learned more about appetite  (physical and emotional) than I ever wanted.