Feels like diving without a mask. Taped fingers, clutched shirts, bruised knees. All things tactile and remembered. Finally a film to disappear to.
Coney Island rides in the 1920s were more horrifying than anything dreamed up in the entire Nightmare on Elm Street series.
I also dug this movie because there is a ten minute gag about a crab falling into Harold Lloyd's pocket and then it pinching unsuspecting bystanders. I told everyone about this scene at a pool party and not one person laughed. I am now ostracized and girls hate me.