Letterboxd — Your life in film

After In Fabric, I expected this to be the ultimate experience in cinematic food porn. Now I never want to eat again. Touché, Mr. Strickland.

This movie only works if you find the protagonist to be endearing and/or relatable, and I didn’t particularly think he was either. So we’re at an impasse, me and this movie.

A wholesome film about family values and the virtue of moderation

I’d like to thank cocaine for this cinematic experience

“I can’t calm down! I’m Polish!”

Obviously rapey as fuck, but in terms of pure fantasy—a hot guy takes your phone and forces you to go on vacation for a year? I can see the appeal.

“I am turning into plastic—why does it feel so good?”

You can tell this movie was made by a digital native, and I hope we get more original, haunting work like this as kids who grew up in the deepest depths of online come of age and make films. The dissociation in this film is so palpable and upsetting, for a movie about loneliness and isolation it communicates the visceral very effectively. 

Shoutout to all the middle aged men in their childhood bedrooms I was probably chatting with on AOL in the mid-90s.

Would make a great double feature with The Woman Chaser.

I was on board for 98% of this movie’s foolishness, which for a movie with this much foolishness means: I laughed, I cried, I gained a new appreciation of fanny  packs

Major perv factor, but some elegantly staged murder scenes (the raison d’etre of a Dario Argento movie), tricky visual slight of hand, a jaw-dropping WTF of an ending, and Piper Fucking Laurie, bitch!

If you ever hear someone wondering why “true crime is so popular now,” remind them the Victorians LOVED this shit. A little stodgy, obviously, but with enough ham to keep it entertaining.

They really got David Carradine for one day to peek around some corners, mumble some dialogue, and leave.