fka harry f
i like too many movies.
ratings are in constant flux. top 4 rotate.
"I wouldn't lie to you."
The way so many of you fetishize and adore horror from the 70s-90s for their "dated" features but then crudely dismiss this... I see you. Put this shit in the Criterion Collection. A total and despairing exercise in lo-fi aesthetics and Wan's trademark sense of escalation. Feels almost glued together by packing tape; the seeping wounds of its birth visible to the naked eye. Top to bottom, horror is rarely this raw and earnestly symbolic…
it'll be our secret movie, just yours and mine
there were moments where it felt like the film was tearing through the screen and actively ripping my heart in half. the mere thought of certain passages (for something made up of front to back banger sequences) makes me tear up. a film of endless grace notes, indulgences that seek to redistribute guilt and pain into a bittersweet hope, contained within spaces of surreal artifice. feels like these characters exist solely…