Reduced me to a child, hand over my mouth, tears in my eyes, a pit in my stomach. Surreal and familiar in the same stroke, liminal horror existing at the crossroads of comfortable, mundane surroundings and everything we can imagine might be in the darkness on the other side. It leaves you anticipating the revelation, begging to see something that might reduce the horror with its tangibility, but when it finally begins to reveal itself you can only shrink and cower and plead with it to stop.
Night #30 of Hooptober IX.
Loved this terribly; sweet, funny, vicious, and anxiety inducing. Colorful and manic with excellent and abundant gore effects. I adored the score, it's magical and playful, delivering a great undercurrent of whimsy to support the jet black humor. Aisha Dee is killer in the lead. I had such a blast.
A bit conflicted on this one. Loved seeing a take on the 80s that wasn't drenched in neon and synths and excess outside of reality. All the performances are excellent, and it can be quite affecting and unsettling in places. But I wasn't completely taken with it, and it's hard to nail down why. It just didn't quite emotionally connect in places I would've liked it to, and the ending felt too melodramatic and saccharine for me (not helped by an overbearing score). Well made, largely enjoyable, but missing something.
I always recalled this being a standout (and hear it said all the time). Well, guess I've confirmed. The young actors really have their legs under them at this point, the world and the cast grow, and Cuarón's direction is quite strong. The colder palette suits the introduction of some of the darker aspects of the series, but there are so many humorous gags and charming flourishes (I adored the whomping willow seasonal transitions). Some twenty minutes shorter than the previous film, but it feels like a million more things happen.