Trudes’s review published on Letterboxd:
Lost a bit of atmosphere upon rewatching but the dark humour, lore, and explosive (lol) ending still held up super strongly.
There's a few moments in this of utter greatness: Weaving's gutteral scream as she waves a knife around, the beautiful shot the film ends on, and of course the frantic fucking up.
The dress, shotgun bullets, and converse would make a killer Halloween costume.
Henry Czerny we don't give you enough credit for your rich asshole typecast realness