The Alamo Drafthouse intro: “this theater is now a quiet zone, no talking will be tolerated”
Me, to the Women: “oof, sorry ladies, tough break. No talking today I guess.”
The Alamo Drafthouse intro: “this theater is now a quiet zone, no talking will be tolerated”
Me, to the Women: “oof, sorry ladies, tough break. No talking today I guess.”
Only losers who are in love with Mia Goth and have a degradation kink would rate something like this four stars.
Rather bold of this three star ass movie to make me cry as many times as it did.
(An “oh miss you dropped your book!” meet cute! I WAS DOOMED!)
Ok but what if I told you that when I was a kid I was oddly obsessed with this movie for a while and I was on a trip with my grandparents and we had a very long layover in the airport and I watched this on a portable DVD player three times in a row?
I will not rest until I make every single one of my close friends watch this and until I hear every single one of my close friends say “oh 😟” in shock at some point in reaction to one of the tonal shifts in the film and in reaction when I tell them how many times I’ve rewatched this masterpiece.
My nagging wife: “Harold, did you eat my leftovers AGAIN?!”
Me, Harold (in this scene): “Sweetheart no! I swear! It was the Skinamarink!”
Wife: “You can’t keep blaming everything on the Skinamarink, Harold.”
Me, Harold (to the Skinamarink): “Gee, thanks a LOT!”
Skinamarink in the corner: *rumbles*
I remember I went to a kids fun night at the YMCA when this movie came out and there was a raffle at the end of the night. The grand prize was Bruce Almighty on DVD. I didn’t win. I sobbed.
To all the people finally getting a chance to watch this thanks to its newfound availability on Shudder: welcome to the hot girl club.