this movie ruined my life in the sixth grade—i wasn’t scared of anything but the hospital scene made me straight up turn the light on—and, lo and behold, it’s still just really damn scary. sure, it’s slow in spots; the villain’s MO is absurd (but scary!!); it’s also unexpectedly emotionally resonant (jill’s dawning realization that the tools of self-empowerment that she gave to julia may have been her ultimate undoing is a moment that’s going to live with me forever). and did i say fucking scary!!
kind of shocked to log in to the ol’ letterboxd and discover that everyone hates this movie. i....loved everything about it?
i think my favorite moment was when our plucky heroes are exploring the creepy abandoned house they’ve decided to hunker down in for the night & they discover a closet full of HUMAN SCALPS IN JARS and one of the dudes is like “relax, this could be a lot of different things, guys. maybe it’s a collector.” then everyone goes…
look, this is basically my favorite movie & i no longer care who knows it. (i don’t believe in liking things ironically, either; i love this movie with my body & soul.) i drunkenly watch it with friends at least once a year, and doing so last night via netflix party was the most i’ve laughed in weeks. it truly has healing powers.
*xtina voice* hhHhhhhEEEEeeeEeeeYYYyyyyy
embers & steam, mushrooms & moss, a strobe light & a primal scream: this would be near my ideal of slow cinema if all of the speaking was excised. the steady accumulation of rhythms & textures held me in rapt attention; the conversations about trance music & saunas & assholes made my eyes glaze. but still, still. the middle movement of the triptych calmed me on a cellular level (confirming my suspicions that i need to see Two Years At Sea a.s.a.p.); the opening minutes are pure (dark) magic.
when i’m queen of the world everything will be shot on 16mm.
(added to My Year of Kanopy)