I thought I knew what joy felt like, but it wasn’t until tonight that I experienced it in its truest form. Basket Case brought me nothing but the highest highs, building on its absurdity with every scene and every performance.
This may be one of the funniest films I’ve ever seen. Debatably one of the greatest comedies of all time. When Belial destroyed the hotel room, I laughed so fucking hard that I fell off the couch, choking on a…
I could not breathe for 75% of this film, which is why I struggle to understand how it could be regarded as anything less than a masterpiece of mid-2000s horror. I am literally shaking, not only because I once again need grief counseling after witnessing the devastating destruction of Jared Padalecki, but because I also can’t believe it took me until tonight to start venmoing friends $3 so they could experience that trauma as well!
There is just so much to…
The flashbacks were unnecessary, it should have just been Joey King beating the piss out of grown men with little to no context for 94 minutes.
I was so surprised with how incredibly comforting I found this to be. Like I want to personally thank Emma Thompson.
Joey King will not sign onto a film unless she gets to wear a Party City wig and be dressed like the worst mannequin at the Gap, and on a certain level I have to respect that.
