Karst’s review published on Letterboxd:
nothing in this could ever be as gross as the man sitting next to me who groaned, snorted, cleared his throat, smacked his lips, guzzled his popcorn, and moaned for a good portion of the movie. wouldn’t have batted an eye if he farted. was that a passion of joan of arc reference in the end? enjoyed this as much as i could, all things considered
