Honestly if I ever have kids and they don't grow up with this as their favourite thing to watch they're not growing up at all
Possibly the best movie with the absolute worst soundtrack ever compiled? There are literally no good songs in this entire thing and I don't know whether to take the easy way out and lay it on production taking place over The Peak of Culture or confront the very real possibility that a movie as great is this is so monumentally inept in one of its most present and fundamental departments.
"You're so wrapped up in layers, onion boy" is an obvious all-timer that somehow still hasn't gotten the credit it deserves.
David Lynch is a man so dedicated to whatever the fuck his vision is that he made a 135 minute-long, $10 million budget feature just to expand on all the nasty, utterly gut-wrenching shit he couldn't get away with on network television, despite knowing from the get-go that it would alienate a huge chunk of the audience that praised his previous work. I honestly have a hard time trusting anyone who doesn't like the guy.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This critically acclaimed third feature from In Bruges director Martin McDonagh introduced me to one of my new favourite fictional characters to ever grace the silver screen: Crazy Rapist from Idaho.
Crazy Rapist from Idaho spends most of his days raping (duh), and his hobbies include visiting other states, discussing the joy of rape with his rapist friends at bars in said states, violently confronting and intimidating people he has no relation to and whose actions haven't affected his life…