it’s hard to overstate the seminal value of i spit on your grave. yes the dialogue is often unintelligible, yes it suffers from seventies pacing, yes i can understand why someone wouldn’t want to put themselves through that awful brutal thirty minute long rape scene.
however. to my knowledge, spit was the first time a woman got to avenge her own rape, (spawning an entire huge horror subgenre) and for my money you just can’t beat this movie for catharsis.…
sandra hüller could throw me off a building and as i fell to my death i would simply say ”vielen dank— ich liebe dich!“
wow, i’ve been going to eight years of queer horror! such a special thing i’ve gotten to participate in :’) feeling emotional about it! IMPECCABLE preshow.
can i be honest and vulnerable for a second? this whole time i thought they did the pottery while he was a ghost. why did i think that? also, this movie is crazy. it’s like, ten different genres and yet somehow it works. demi’s haircut is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen and i…
still a banger a hundred plus years later. the sets! the makeup! the shadows! much has been said about how crazy seminal this movie is, and for good reason.
i read all the german aloud, stumblingly and poorly pronounced. but my comprehension is definitely getting better.
ein wirklich gute film!
so to be honest i’m not much of a stephen king girlie. i think his novels are often too heavy in the pen (so many pointless asides about baseball) and i think he’s much better when he’s forced to keep a tighter word count. so where he really shines for me is in his short stories— and skeleton crew is my favorite collection for having both the mist and the monkey.
while i am decidedly an enjoyer of fun, creative…
