I think I relate to Steven King’s character more than any other in the history of film. Not so much the turning into a moss monster and shooting myself in the face, but the staying up way too late watching crummy TV while getting completely trashed part.
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Leslie Neilsen’s velour tracksuit is pure sex.
The Candy Snatchers is a hard movie to describe. The only thing that comes to mind is 'tonal whiplash'. The movie is constantly switching between being darkly comedic and just completely misanthropic, but somehow it manages to make it work most of the time. It all comes together in the end to make a well-made exploitation heist flick with some surprisingly snappy dialog that will leave you feeling mildly miserable.
Also, if anyone that works at Vinegar Syndrome is reading this, I would not be opposed to you putting out a "Coors Breakfast of Champions" t-shirt.
Absolutely bleak and disgusting. 85 minutes of just pure dark and negative vibes, which leaves you feeling completely filthy... Perfect viewing for 2020.
Fuck the Bears, indeed.
Watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre and reading live debate updates at the same time. My mind is fried at this point.
