Baby Sami Raimi's 7-minute micro-slasher is elevated by some very inspired subjective camerawork. Watched on a very degraded VHS transfer but still pretty spooky. I don't know why it's called Clockwork.
This is classified as horror on Filmstruck and elsewhere, but since despite the lack of explicit details Ramona's quest for vengeance never seems to be anything but righteous, so I dunno if I would necessarily call it horror. But what the hell
The truest scene in this movie is when Adonis is sitting on the stoop outside the gym and a kid on a motorbike comes up to him and goes "I heard you were Apollo Creed's son" and Adonis is like "yeah," and the kid goes "that's what's up" and does a wheelie.
Does for belts, sand castles, staircases, pianos, pencils, pencil sharpeners, ice cream, freezers, phone booths, shoes, duck hunts, dinner, garden shears, shovels, metronomes, and showers what Psycho did for showers.