You should always trust the dreams you have during a psychic bubble witch movie set apocalypse. These colors don't run, except they do. Green scuzzfuck witch slime from mouth to mouth, open wide and eat my witch puke. Levana's murder set pieces in rainbow black darklight. Let me tell you about baby. Baby is perfectly sedate. baby knows it's fate. My baby is a witch boy. Actress, Model, Dancer - these are the desired occupations of a sleeping witch, of a third mother. And with more glowy maternal confusion, a trilogy is closed. Fuck the Mother of Tears. Cozzi got it a right.

Velvet Vampire goes Pop Shopping. Too drunk on red vodka cocktails to know it's a zombie movie. What's a zombie movie? figures in the landscape, where the beach is one endless oil painting and Dad's paint cool murals all over the beach house walls. This movie is made out of cinnabar and jade women who shop at supermarkets during the Anti-Christ apocalypse. Dawn of the Dead walking along the beach at night, holding hands with Jean Rollin.

Vindicating historical thread on individualism and patterns. Curtis is the David Attenborough of paranoiac existential dread.

Intense debut performance by Evan Adams reminded me of Mark Wahlberg in Fear meets Fred Savage in No One Would Tell.

I did one teeny tiny measly little wrap day in wardrobe for this movie, so I won't rate it. I did love it and I'm very proud. As a result of this I met Jon Hamm at my friend's birthday party which took place at a skating rink and our interaction was as follows...

I went to the snack bar, Hamm rolls up. We had briefly met earlier.

Jon:...... Did ya get a corndog?

Me: Yeah...

Jon: Niiiiiiice

There may have been more but that's all I was able to process.