“Okay… I know where you live, Judy. See you later.”
horror has always been used in some capacity as a gateway into individuals psyche depending on the focused subgenre, where an enormous amnt of slashers delve into y the leading killers wield a knife or unique weaponry and slaughter any1 in their vicinity, whether it b harrowing adolescent trauma that permanently shapes their viewpoint of daily life (My Bloody Valentine, Prom Night, Silent Night Deadly Night), boiling hatred via a…
“Do you ever feel at times as if you’re not a person? What I wish to say is that you’re not truly present, nor alive, as if you’re at the whim of another, like a dog. Someone or something had the power to breathe life into you, to move you.”
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watching a movie 4 times in the span of 2 weeks is unprecedented to me - even all of my Smile 2 rewatches were all spaced out in a near…
love when titles r so affirmatively literal like Yeah she absolutely is lending out invitations to hell under the guise of participation in a communal conservatively (and profoundly racist that 1 nazi partygoer stood out like a skyscraper) 'glamorous' experimental country club!!! the incredible silly opening murder eventually leads into a lot of fun moments scattered around post-entry into the mysteriously foggy enchanting spring that spirals straight into an excellent 3rd act (loovvee the awesome hell inferno set + the copied…
incomparably insane/enormously maximalist beyond any foreseeable standard as if they were actively molding a new threshold for others to reach amidst every stage of completion.. literally felt an ice-cold chill over my body roughly 45 times and was brought to tears almost 5 times like r u fucking kidding me my amazed eyes couldnt believe the endless array of dazzling meticulous colors and mind-melting neon-retrofuturism vastly compiled within from start to finish ... the transitions??? the amazing assaultive overwhelmingly bright…
borrrringgggggg! so amused that nearly 45 yrs after this films core counterpart we’re still receiving middling pastiche attempts that have physically 0 commitment to an 80s aesthetic outside of popularized songs uve heard everywhere on back to the 80s! mixes, a mishmash of electronic retro synth beats and some half-assed camcorder footage that barely shows up when literally nothing else dedicates itself to the vibe its been attempting to emulate thru poster homages/Fear Street itself at hand. we’ve truly gone past the need…
watching you sleep
4ever delighted when a near universally adored new horror release lives up to its domineering hype [wouldnt b surprised if this remains in such status past the upcoming wide distribution] and is specifically geared to decimate any lingering shard of hope/happiness of ur present day...... seeped in an agonizingly tense dread-inducing atmosphere once that demonic lil wood 'toy' is broken apart which never strays its sickening evil presence even when the last few moments sweep in for…
