Burned all my notebooks / What good are notebooks? / They won’t help me survive / My chest is aching / It burns like a furnace / The burning keeps me alive
This doc was a lifeline for me in March 2020 and then it became a bared-teeth expression of defiance in the face of pain and now it’s a rager of a party. Whenever Demme frames the stage so you can see the concert audience out of focus in the…
Watching this movie for the first time sitting next to my husband, who is named Josh, was very unsettling.
This felt like every urban legend, creepypasta, and nosleep Reddit thread distilled down into bare bones. I'm not sure it could have been made anywhere else. It's so ordinary and its characters are so self-important and insecure. It's an American ghost story brought to life, scuffed up and then abandoned like so much trash in the woods. I'm never going camping again.
