If Kubrick, Kurosawa, and Welles are the ideals that filmmakers should strive toward, John Waters, and this film, are the greatest frenzied fever dreams of filmmakers I've ever seen. A beautiful example of counterculture trash, in the best way.
Carpenter's score was phenomenal. Jamie Lee Curtis nailed her performance. To someone with his own professionally diagnosed PTSD from a somewhat similar situation, the character really resonated with me. I saw so much of myself in her. Someone close to you trying to kill you, it changes you. And it's hard to turn that into something productive. Even then, you can hyper fixate on the wrong "right" thing, like Laurie does. Sure, prepping for Michaels return was proven right, but…