I think this franchise just isn't for me. Or I'm just jaded and desensitized as hell at this point in my horror junkie life.
Save for a couple of sequences, where I was more impressed by the gore effects rather than giving a care about what was happening, there's just no tension or novelty anymore. Maybe if I was 14 again like when the original came out, I'd have found this shocking and disturbing. But this franchise has long run…
I wish Rupert Friend would read me a story before bed every single night.
Never thought a Wes Anderson would make me think of the Jamie Bulger case, but here we are, though of course, it's not related to that at all or in any way graphic. Just my true-crime saturated brain making random connections.
Anderson needs to stop flirting with darker, almost horror-adjacent themes and just go for it.
17 minutes, and the first of the shorts I've watched,…
This film has saved my life twice. If I ever get even the smallest idea of suicide, I watch this, and it reminds me why life is worth living, and that putting your loved ones through unimaginable pain is something I can not do. It's deeply painful viewing, but also essential.
EDIT: 4 years since I wrote this, and still going strong. Thank you for the likes, love you all.
ANOTHER EDIT: 6 YEARS. come close. but still here. love all of you.
