RepoJack’s review published on Letterboxd:
As I rewatch this mesmerizing but disturbing horror classic, I recall watching this with my 17 year old son at the time in a theater and being just blown away. The "Charlie and the telephone pole" scene caused us both to murmur "oh shit!" and we agreed that was probably the most fucked up scene in recent movie memory. But I am also filled with wonder and respect for a movie that excelled in almost every way.
Now it's like comfort food for the soul, something that is hard to explain. I could fall asleep to this. There's something about very dark and disturbing movies (the masterpieces like Se7en) that can put me to sleep. I'm sure psychologists would have a field day trying to figure what this really means given I'm not a serial killer.
P.S. Toni Collette is the worst mother ever.