Now that I’ve formed the thoughts I need to review this, let me just say that my expectations for this film was far beyond what I perceived. Bong has always had a way of using tragedy and class dynamics as a tool to drive a narrative, and this was no different. Where do I even start?
I am unsettled, first of all. Whenever you think the climax closes in on its peak, Bong taps your head in a few more…

Nothing about this film felt acceptable. Nothing about watching it as a black audience member was acceptable. It’s simply the neo-liberalist bullshit for white audiences to gawk at for being “progressive”. It’s nothing but an unambiguous compilation of repeated scenarios happening throughout the trip: white guy does something to get them in a situation that the black guy has to suffer through. By the end of it, white guy learns about this great little concept, known as common sense and it’s…

As the new May Queen celebrates her past life burning to the ground, she gains a newness in family and ideas.
Twisted. Absolutely twisted. Its excruciating, it’s dizzy, and god, it was amazing. The heart Ari put into this film was familiar, but it didn’t fail to provide its own greatness with grotesque innards mixed with ethereal photography. Psych horror set in broad daylight is a feat I couldn’t imagine happening until he set the stone, creating something both glorious…