more Star Wars should be like Saturday morning cartoons

if you like relationship dramas, 70s electronic noise music, bucolic unease, and mischievous but not necessarily malevolent fairy folk, then this movie is lit

Leslie Nielsen shirtless, blood-splattered, rain-drenched, and hopped up on UV radiation as he stares uncomprehendingly into the heavens in the wake of violence is a goddamn mood.

A believably charming couple go through the wringer in this one. Like some of the best horror, the stakes are intimate. Really goes for it in the last act, and what more can you ask from a horror movie than that?