I saw this movie at film forum at the urging of literally every friend who attended NYU. I knew, based on the crowd in attendance, that I prob wouldn’t like it. The overly crowded theater and narrow rows were peopled with bad mullets, micro pigtails, and self-induced bangs. Ugh, ultimately it’s a beautifully shot film whose central motive force is trying to convince us that male abusers are sympathetic creatures, too. Though that’s the film’s sole narrative thrust it is often elided by those who herald it—and even those who don’t. Womp womp.

To save the townspeople from pestilence, Lily Rose Depp fucks Dracula. Worth watching—once.