˗ˏˋ lover of psychological horror and unhinged women´ˎ˗
that one girl who doesn't play about cannibalism
another one in the 'living dead girls with the last name Palmer' cinematic universe 😞
ugh there was something profoundly unsettling about this horror mockumentary i can't quite describe - the sense of inevitability, of time being warped, of hauntings from the future as well as the past, of abandonment and disconnection...
the way melancholy dread creeps up on you only to realize it was the lack of being able to talk about your feelings that cemented your doomed fate…
- "I'm not really sure... but I like someone. I can't tell anyone, so I lie. Cause they'll know I can never be happy"
- "If only some people can have it, that's not happiness"
life is really all about the perspective in which it's viewed (crying throwing up this film is so beautifully poetic i)
this is a beautiful and tender reflection on life and innocence, and on how societal structures are the monster. one of those few…