17 y/o
Tommy Wiseau once told me he’d kiss me if I was a girl.
Not a movie for the masses. Does not shy away from or sanitize any of the ugly things that come with its themes of shame. Reached depths that I didn’t know I’d ever see reached in an AMC theater.
It’s a visual masterwork, which I guess was the big take-away for most people given its current award noms (Criminal that Skarsgard isn’t up for one of the actor awards and that the movie somehow didn’t make it into the giant…
THE WOJAK SONG!!! THE WOJAK SONG!!!
I loved that. It was miserable. It was hilarious. It was not what I expected. I don’t know if I could watch it again anytime soon because of the agonizing pacing and bleakness but it certainly scratched an itch for me. Would not sit on the same couch as my mom if we watched it again.
I knew there would be a schizo twist. I did not expect that.
And what a genius twist it is. So many bits of foreshadowing clicked in that last act. It’s a perfect simple execution on par with The Usual Suspects.
The perfect dose of profound and violent masculine destruction for this most nerve-wracking Election Day Eve.
“I wanted to destroy something beautiful.”
They don’t make ’em like this anymore, and I’m not just talking about the F slurs. I wish more new movies would try to ride off of sheer cool factor gliding on a thin surface of literary allusion.
I aspire to have hair like anyone in this little work of art.
“I just hate seeing anything go to waste.”