this little piece of ridiculousness was brought to us by some magnificently talented motherfuckers, and we shall stan
I’ve been in self-isolation since March 13 and, it seems, unable to immerse myself in films I’d yet to see before the world shifted.
I couldn’t get through this one. Feels too frivolous and the actor in the role of the titular character is annoying me as a bit of a try hard.
I turned it off in favor of a repeat viewing of Portrait of a Lady on Fire. I feel better already.
As of this writing, the early reviews here on letterboxd are averaging in the 3.3 star range, and I’m not sure if it’s because director Richard Stanley is a relative unknown or because people are still mad at Nic Cage over Face/Off or maybe they are put off that the color Lovecraft insists is “indescribable” turns out to be neon magenta pink-like. But this is a good movie.
My boyfriend is the Lovecraft fan. I’d genuinely never heard of the…