deeply, blood-chillingly terrifying sans psychic stuff just because the kinds of people who would relentlessly torture Carrie are people that exist in droves in this shitty world.
(This movie definitely has a huge audience. I am not it.)
The perfect movie for Deadpool shirt-wearing, Rick and Morty quoting, all-night gaming, Hot Topic shopping, Mountain Dew chugging, reddit commenting, 30 year old virgin Nice Guys ™ who immediately send friend requests to female gamers when they encounter them and then go to wonder why girls never like Nice Guys™ like them. It's a movie for the gatekeepers, the guys who scoff at people whenever they misquote a Star…
Like a Neapolitan of every ridiculous 80s fetish object you can think of; tacky fashion and insanely bougie health clubs and ultrapowerful 'computerz' all wrapped in neon (this is all hearsay. I was born in the 90s, all of my 80s knowledge comes from movies like Death Spa).
It's a fairly standard slasher (gorgeous aesthetics and kills aside) for the first hour or so, before evolving into 15 flavors of fucking crazy for the last 20 minutes, when it essentially…