Would I still allow Takeshi Kaneshiro to run his hands over my body, caress my face, and hold me close despite him having to massage a dead pig for five minutes?
Yes, yes, I would. 🥰
(Will edit this wt a better review later on.)
EDIT: Super tired from acads and orgs so this thirst review stays. 😂
This is a rambling review. I watched it last night, and I’m still mad enough to write a review about this instead of backlogging it.
This is worse than a Disney remake. There is a bio I saw on Letterboxd once that said “I don’t believe in half-stars. No movie is as bad as that.” I agree. No movie is as bad as a half-star. This probably deserves two stars at the very least. The half-star from my end is…
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. *excuse this rambling review, I am still basking in the aftermath of the catharsis*
I am fucking speechless. Lars is officially one of my favorite directors of all time. The performances of Kidman and Bettany is breathtaking (fucking literally, you will not breathe while watching), alongside the terrific supporting cast (*cough* patricia clarkson *cough* lauren bacall *cough* skarsgard, nope not the hot one, his father). I am sorry but I will have to strongly disagree with all of the…
I was so infatuated by the movie that I immediately started saying “Markos” the same way they did during the end, but realized it sounded too much like I was hailing Marcos, a Filipino demon, so I just stopped.
I haven’t been this at loss for words since watching Under the Skin. I finished Suspiria knowing I absolutely loved and adored it despite not knowing what in the world happened. There is something so intoxicatingly breathtaking with the imagery throughout…
