GATOR CAKES. This gator steppin on cakes n' shit. Croque en bouche dead dead deadsky. Forks flying. Don't invite Gator Face to the picnic.
This is exactly what I needed. Sometimes I get really wrapped up with work and my movie watching suffers. I start to forget who I am and it becomes a this depressing spiral. 'Death Spa' reset my battery. It hits all of the sweet spots. Effervescent beams. Just just soak it up like a girl in a high wasted bikini absorbing UV rays from a hot pink tanning bed. This is as close to the sensation that 'Dr. Caligari' left me with as any movie ever has. This was a pretty fucking zen.
I've seen Prince of Darkness before but last night is the first time I really felt it. The sense of true dread and heaviness that these scholars can't fully measure. It's safe to say that the collective SOV dream they all have from 1999 is the scariest thing to ever be filmed, and I physically respond to it everytime. I'm actually watching a transmission from the apocalypse, but it's worse than the "apocalypse". Apocalypse is just a word and it…