GOD MAKES NO MISTAKES CAUSE
I WAS BORN THIS WAY.
Loved the nuns on ipads scene. Nuns on iPads.
Snooze your way through the impending soft blow of nothing but the booming bass doom of the Nosferatu score bleeding in from the cinema next door. Made some scenes feel absolutely terrifying until the original score poked through to reveal… nothing. Sad, I guess. Like a poem, or a paper wafer slowly dissolving on your tongue…
Braid me into the knot of your whip zaddy.
Loved this. Initially impenetrable jargon for a good 15mins but that’s the penance of all period movies really. Like we thought the film was about some cattle moving scheme with different buyers/company’s - boring. My advice would be to actually listen and not eat a weed cookie at the start. But no, not that boring; the film’s true inferno is the pure friction sparked from leather on leather. Horse hind to saddle…