i feel like reviewing the strange colour of your body's tears won't do it any real justice. i should just post pictures, like this one -
and also this happens -
and there's a lot of this -
i mean, i could start talking about argento and bava and namecheck a few dozen giallos, but i feel like that's kind of doing it a disservice. there's something more going on here, and it's about paranoia and sex and isolation and suppressed memory. oddly, i found this film easier to relate to than anything else i've watched so far this year. that worries me a bit.
anyway, it's late, i feel like this film did something weird to my brain, you should probably just watch it.
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