"I'm tired of talkin', Fuchs, I just wanna get up to my shack and get drunk."
Pushes all of my buttons. The Thing's slow-burn horror atmosphere, paranoid thrills, sharp dialogue, earthy performances, and practical effects that remain INCREDIBLE 30+ years later make it the masterpiece that it is. I love this film so much.
Sleepaway Camp is tasteless, bloodthirsty, earnestly and skillfully made yet pitched at a level of parody in a way that tramples all previous assumptions of what is good and what is bad into the dirt. And it all ends with an audacious, go-for-fucking-broke conclusion that I never imagined I'd ever see any film arrive at. I'll never sleep again, and damn it, don't you want to taste that pain? My rating is arbitrary. This film defies classification. I'll be recommending it to the unenlightened for the rest of my life.
To say that Holy Motors has been praised would be the understatement of the century. It has been discussed and interpreted more than probably any other movie this year. Furthermore, seemingly every major critic loves it. It has a 90% on Rotten Tomatoes, an 84 on Metacritic, and my boy Film Crit Hulk placed it at the very top of his 2012 list, ahead of Django Unchained, The Master, Looper, and several other terrific titles. However, there's something none of…
"I just wanna feel that we both wanna, like, be in love. I want it so...bad."
Have you ever felt like you're drifting aimlessly through life? Have you ever longed for someone to love, a longing that runs so deep you can hardly contain your emotions when you're alone in your bed in the middle of the night? Have you ever felt like everyone's abandoned you? Have you ever felt like none of it means anything? Have you ever felt…