49/100
Are you there God? It's me, Michael. I keep trying to enjoy these beloved cult movies that all of my friends adore, but they just don't seem that great to me. The beloved cult movies, I mean. My friends are okay. Except for the ones who can't stop tweeting about basketball.
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82/100
Fourth viewing (last seen during its original theatrical release), no change. Still floored by Ratliff's uniquely unsettling rhythm here, e.g. cutting away on Joshua holding up the dead dog's collar and saying "We should keep this," which doesn't really signify much of anything but is nonetheless somehow unutterably creepy. And the film's manipulation of our empathy, shifting between parents and child is truly radical for this subgenre. I wound up reviewing it for multiple outlets, have appended the longest…
