This film doesn’t reinvent any genres but what it does, it does so well. Much like some of my favorite Stephen King adaptations, it connected to me first a foremost on its portrayal of childhood. It was eerily similar to shit I’d do with my friends back in the day. By that, I mean we all watched blurry porn too. Remember blurry porn you spoiled millennial fucks?
Towards the end of the film, while characters are seemingly acting out of any realm of reasonable prediction, their instincts, frame-by-frame, display a sort of raw and flawed, youthful expression. That’s the dumbest and possibly most pretentious sentence I’ve ever written but I don’t know how else to explain it.
It was thrilling. It attempted to thrill and it thrilled. I’ve been thrilled by this thrilling experience.
8/10
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