What an amusement park would look like in the universe penetrated through the horrors of science in the Montauk Project. These machines look like creatures from Revelations.

Starman is one of the purest expressions of grief ever comitted to film. Science Fiction is fun, but what if Karen Allen's sorrow spurned bereft alien dreams in a drunken sleep?

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.

This is exactly what I needed. Sometimes I get really wrapped up with work and my movie watching suffers. I start to forget who I am and it becomes a this depressing spiral. 'Death Spa' reset my battery. It hits all of the sweet spots. Effervescent beams. Just just soak it up like a girl in a high wasted bikini absorbing UV rays from a hot pink tanning bed. This is as close to the sensation that 'Dr. Caligari' left me with as any movie ever has. This was a pretty fucking zen.