hot knight plays chess with Death while everyone dies horribly—gorgeous, existential, and so good it makes me want to stare into the void and die by yearning.
one of the greatest films ever made.
hot knight plays chess with Death while everyone dies horribly—gorgeous, existential, and so good it makes me want to stare into the void and die by yearning.
one of the greatest films ever made.
this movie is a coked-out fever dream of pastel wigs, petty drama, and perfection. Sofia Coppola really said, ‘history is boring, let’s make it hot,’ and then punched me in the face with Kirsten Dunst eating macarons and not giving a single fuck.
the soundtrack? pure chaos, i mean The Cure at a masquerade ball, iconic.
the vibes? immaculate.
converse in Versailles? five stars. decapitate me, queen.
finally, a film that understands me. Eggers took this crusty old vampire fuck and made it so visceral, so horrifying, so goddamn perfect that I swear I felt the devil himself whispering in my ear by the end.
every frame looks like it was soaked in darkness, decay, and pure unfiltered genius. this isn’t just a movie, it’s a seance.
five stars. burn me at the stake if you disagree.