If you close your eyes as the credits roll, you can hear the thunderous roar of the collective orgasm of thousands of Viking Metal dudes in Mjolnir necklaces and Amon Amarth t-shirts echoing through the halls of Valhalla.

A slasher that subverts all expectations by turning the spooky naked grandma trope into the spooky naked horny grandma trope. Sex sells. 🤷🏻‍♂️

In preparation for this role, Mark Rylance exhumed Agatha Christie’s corpse and fucked her carcass with a pair of scissors. Shear madness.

I bet Cronenberg hired little imps in colorful snowsuits as divorce lawyers just to mess with his ex-wife.

Thank you Hollywood for reminding me that behind every successful child there’s an abusive parent.

The human body is born with a 0.05% Mads Mikkelsen deficiency. I recommend watching Mads dance several times a day. No Mads after 8 pm, and none on the weekends.