You should always trust the dreams you have during a psychic bubble witch movie set apocalypse. These colors don't run, except they do. Green scuzzfuck witch slime from mouth to mouth, open wide and eat my witch puke. Levana's murder set pieces in rainbow black darklight. Let me tell you about baby. Baby is perfectly sedate. baby knows it's fate. My baby is a witch boy. Actress, Model, Dancer - these are the desired occupations of a sleeping witch, of a third mother. And with more glowy maternal confusion, a trilogy is closed. Fuck the Mother of Tears. Cozzi got it a right.
Velvet Vampire goes Pop Shopping. Too drunk on red vodka cocktails to know it's a zombie movie. What's a zombie movie? figures in the landscape, where the beach is one endless oil painting and Dad's paint cool murals all over the beach house walls. This movie is made out of cinnabar and jade women who shop at supermarkets during the Anti-Christ apocalypse. Dawn of the Dead walking along the beach at night, holding hands with Jean Rollin.
I have once again been failed by Aubrey Peebles in a shake-n go wig. I'd also like to take this opportunity apologize for my very annoying review for Jem and the Holograms. Death of a Cheerleader has forced me to rethink everything. The movies are bad.
A soft meditative death-waltz floating over the tides of human experience. Existence is but one moment; good/bad/big/small. About Endlessness celebrates the elliptical and visions of the soul. The spirit molecules that connect a teenager's first crush to the end of a world war. Optimistic despite the distinct "End-of Life" feeling. It is worth it to be alive.
This was my introduction to Almodovar and is my forever favorite.
When I first saw this film I would soon be entering the last echelon of my marriage. I didn't know it at the time but soon he would cheat, and I would catch him. I would have what I later realized was a nervous breakdown, and I would quit my job, digging us even deeper into poverty. I would lose forty pounds because I couldn't afford drugs or alcohol…
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I've seen this movie many times but not until this most recent viewing did I realize that Sarah Michelle Gellar is a beam of light, like a sunflower, an angel, a Precious Moment. A perfume counter girl with high-waisted denim shorts and cigarette affixed silver fingernails. Her chase scene is poetry in motion. The death of a beauty queen, tragic like an Opera. She runs and she runs. She breaks glass, she crawls out of a car window belly down,…