Like yes, I get it, it’s supposed to be romance slop content, and for those purposes, it serves just as well as any other bowl of romance-gruel. However, the orchestral versions of tiktok songs, haunted by ghostly reverb, made the slop taste cheaper than it needed to.

A thought provoking film touching on humanity’s two most primal instincts. The desire to girl boss. And the desire to incel.

A steamy lesbian erotica between a revolutionary broom rider and her conservative institutionalist trad wife.

Fashion fashion fashion. This movie is all about the glitz and the glamour, the looks that could kill. Regan’s mother graces each scene in a new elegant look, proving to us that mourning doesn’t have to be a drab endeavour. 

In addition, too often are movies bound to the constraints of continuity and flow. We are given a refreshing break from this tiresome tradition with a fifteen minute introduction that has essentially nothing to do with the rest of the film. Refreshed? I certainly am.
Great movie to lean into the spooky season.