I am not entirely sure how I could forget Jimmy Quinn in a list I made of my 25 Favorite Characters, because Michael Moriarty is at his very best as the ex-con loser whose education came from the streets and warped moral code was developed after a lifetime of being fucked over.
"I've seen this bitch in action."
Q has everything I could ever ask for, no extras paid to look like unnatural background filler as they check their watches…
On my fourth viewing of The Suckling, I realized that once the brothel/abortion clinic is encased in a very strong and pulsing material, the prostitutes, madame, cronies and abortion seekers are now trapped in a womb and instead of the mutant, toxic waste drenched aborted fetus using a hanger to kill all of them too, he pits them against each other as tensions run high in the makeshift uterus.
I love this movie so much. The blu-ray was an essential addition to my collection.
Fairly certain my boisterous laughter woke up a few babies on the plane while watching Ronja Rövardotter, but I couldn't contain myself, I LOVED the harpies and the little grey furry guys [grådvärgar] who reminded me of ewoks, the movie capitalized on the beauty of Nordic forests, I loved the wild relationship between Ronja and her parents & their gang of merry marauders, this was a solid children's fantasy film from Sweden and I'm already eager to watch it again.
I'm going to withhold a rating & thoughts until I can watch Hereditary again at home once it's released on blu-ray, I liked it, I'm still thinking about it and Colin Stetson's score was fucking incredible.
Let's get this out of the way, The Witch is a horror film, you can put it in all of your other subcategories but, at its very core--it's a genre film whether you feel comfortable with the classification or not.
This film covers the horrors of colonialism, emigration, religious conviction, starvation, witch trials, patriarchy, puberty, loss, and if methodically exposing each of these very horrifying real life tribulations isn't terrifying and alarming enough, there's a god damn witch and evil…
After having over a meter (3 feet for my fellow Americans) of snow fall on us in just a few days, the isolated and trapped feeling gave us great cause to want to watch the ultimate cabin fever-in the depth of winter film. Regardless of how many times one has seen The Shining, it never loses that overwhelming sense of dread.
As soon as Jack Torrance is in frame, that uneasy feeling takes over. I feel as though I wish…
