You know the shots in Twin Peaks of the ceiling fan in the Palmer household? The dread inspired by seeing something so simultaneously sinister and mundane, knowing that something worse than you could ever imagine is happening just out of frame?
Skinamarink is like that. It’s also like flipping through a pile of out-of-focus polaroids and 1 out of every 100 of them is the most disturbing thing you’ve seen in your life.
Reading other reviews, it seems like your…
