The grapefruit scene is a Peak Cinema™.
No one can turn a reboot of 80's horror B-movie full of tropes as old as time into something so aesthetically pleasing, full of twists and subtle social critiques, and makes you glued to your chair while refused to look into the screen waiting for every jump scare like Joko Anwar does.
Watching it feels like watching a soap opera most of the times. It's shallow. The dialogues are shallow and childish. For a movie that prided for a slow-burn romance and tale of chasing one's dream, it was rushed and innaccurate.
To elaborate? Well I feel like it's more convenient to put into bullet points, so here we go:
1. I don't get what's so appealing about Sebastian. He's an obnoxious, jazz-savvy wannabe. When he complains to his sister, I rolled…