simpler times, the 70s. no social media, no texting, you actually had to CALL the ghosts of dead children to make plans to break out of your kidnapper’s very escapable basement

it’s hard to rewatch this movie without thinking about all the spider smut that was written because of it

mike flanagan really looked at all the gen z’s out there with religious trauma and daddy issues who think vampires are hot, and said “let me make ur life a living hell”

crying, shitting, throwing up, stubbing my toe, slamming my titty in a drawer, this was good.