Ow. My parents just slid their trauma induction up my ass.
Ow. My parents just slid their trauma induction up my ass.
Poor Things was great. Nigh genius screenplay with an earned structure. Each part of the film as pertains to the individual city backdrops functions as part of an acerbic sociological experiment that still finds time in its merry-go-round of social dissections for an amusing fairy tale adventure plot. Take the climax for instance, where Bella confronts her mother's husband Alfie. One: Perfect time to introduce that guy. And by god what an antagonist. In it for basically the last half…