#this man is seriously deranged (lovingly)

[borgialamb]

GEORGE PLANTAGENET (d. February 18, 1478)

"The drowning was one of the main reasons I took the role. I'm more than happy to do my own stunts because I've done plenty of that with The Borgias, but this was a tough one! I went to the director and the writer with a picture of a wooden carving by Philip Poteaux which showed George being held by three men and dunked backwards. They agreed that we should do it like that, but instead of wine we used diluted grape juice. It would have been quite dangerous to heat, so after being dunked a dozen times I was pretty cold. I was wearing a back support on so they could pivot me over the edge of the barrel safely, but I had my hands bound so there was no way I could pull myself out! I was just hoping that they wouldn't leave me in there too long! The first time we went back for about five seconds to see what it was like. Because you're going backwards, everything goes straight up your nose. I soon learned then that I needed to breathe out of my nose as I went under. I also had to keep my eyes open because we had an underwater camera, so the sugar was getting really painful - by the end I was quite delirious! What's more, the grape juice also mixed with my ear wax and my ears were all blocked up too - I had to get them syringed afterwards. A make-up artist was looking after me and she said I was wobbling around, not knowing what was going on and babbling complete nonsense to her. We did about 16 dunks in the end - by the end I felt like I'd drowned a couple of times at least! I'll never touch the stuff again, [laughs] It's disgusting!" — DAVID OAKES

[midnightscxre]

feral-fuqboi-danny​:

Her words were like honey, soft slow perfection as she spoke so happily about his atrocities. Something in him still wanted to disbelieve her. It was just all too good to be true, having someone so intrigued by the horrors he’s committed. “Clare, I hope you know what you do to me when you talk like that.” He huffs out, hand traveling up to grab at her hair, gently tugging her closer with it. “Maybe if we ever get out of this place I’ll help you kill her.” He’s already so mad to learn that someone vexed his girl. Oh….his girl. That sounded nice, if Clare was his girl.

A deep breath leaves him as he leans in to kiss her cheek, wanting to just lock her away, keep her to himself. “Mn….my father.” His fingers untangle from her crimson strands and he leans back against the couch, already feeling the anger bubble up on his gut just remembering the man. “He was abusive, to me, and my mother. He would starve me if I did any little thing to piss him off, if I was just in his way at the wrong time. He’d lock me out of the house, throw away my belongings, break them. He hurt my cat once, when I was about ten years old. I won’t go into detail but it was enough to make me plan for his death since then.”

Danny sighs and wraps his arms around Clare as she sits atop him. “He’s gone, I don’t have to worry about it anymore. You’re here, I want to focus on you, not him.” Gently he cups her cheeks, looking into her gemstone eyes, memorizing them. “Can I kiss you?”

Controlling grab was answered with drugged like state. She surrendered to the force of his grip, absorbed the true need for something sublime they both believed they will not discover in this lifetime or the next. Lips melted across the peach colored cheek, breath hitched from delight. Sinister man like a warlock, placing spell after spell on her very soul. “  Mmm. . . and what is that I do to you, Daniel? “ tone soft and delicious like  strawberries dipped in white chocolate. Why was this so insanely unreal? Senses screaming they found their sacred place, altar to worship on, despite the rules written in stone. Fear of the unknown, when she will part from him in a few days sank its fangs into her spine and the venom climbed up to her heart -- but she couldn’t pull away, she wouldn’t -- she yearned for him in ways no iron will could help her, body and spirit ruling this situation, mind just left intoxicated in silence of what will come from this in the future. 

On the offer, the body stiffened, jaw slightly clenched. It was. . . like a wedding present in the most gruesome way. Not that she didn’t think about murdering Elise multiple times, but the mere sight of the woman again kept her away. Would it be different if he was there, by her side? Heart nearly broke the bone of the rib with its harsh and strong beats. Sharp nails brushed over his scalp, greedily, tenderly, passionately. Thick thighs pushed over his lap, as she climbed on top of her throne.  “  Careful Danny, such offers seem as  a marriage proposal to some sick bitches. . .”  Oh they were completely deranged. Nose lovingly grazed his. “  You can’t go around offering such intimate things. You never know when that kind of a crazy bitch will take it seriously. “ breathy voice warned gleefully. Full lips the color of ripe apples pressed in a thin line, worried gaze explored his face while the other hand so  delicately stroked his neck up to his cheek and back, comforting him not even being fully aware of her doings.

 “  If this place is real, so is hell. And I hope every horrific, most painful torture is inflicted on him. “ Honestly she stated, getting closer. “ If not. . . I’ll make sure of it personally once I drop dead for real, getting my golden ticket to it. He will wish the devil got his hands on him instead, I promise you that. “  no matter how this sounded like a childish dream, Clare was serious. The request summoned the rosy cheeks like a flute does a snake, fang sank in the pillowy lip and eyes sparkled like stars. The shy state was gone in a mere second, when the woman confidently leaned, diving into the cursed space between them, lips gingerly grazing his before the snow white teeth gently but firmly capture his lower lip. “  Can you? “ devilish expression filled with elation spread across the vixen’s face.

[serashalala]

Death cast her gaze upon this wretch and smiled in saccharine

He first saw her from afar, in the battlefields of Hartcoure. He’d died in battle, like many of his nameless comrades, and despite his frustrations he couldn’t blame death for claiming him. Such a reckless fool like him, of course he’d attract Her attention.

Yet when She’d come to collect the souls of the dead, Philza couldn’t help but notice the way She bears every soul on her back like the weight of the world. He could see the loneliness in Her eyes, how She desperately wanted for anything but the gift of Her domain. It is a cruel thing, to witness such a beautiful woman bear such sorrow.

It seems almost unfair, to be the goddess of death and only walk among her souls with a sorrowful look on her face.

So when She’d come to collect him, he’d very easily stepped into her hand. Instead of taking refuge on her head where she cannot see, or on her back where she cannot hear, he instead crawled and climbed to her shoulder, where she could turn at any moment and cast her sorrowful gaze upon this wretched soul. He sat close, where no one else dared, allowing his every breath and whisper to be said directly to her ear.

He remembers very lovingly how shocked She was that he’d chosen to sit there without an ounce of hesitance in his bones, and how he’d first heard Her voice in a question full of so much hope.

“Why have you come to sit there, general?”

She’d addressed him formally, and he feels his heart twinge at the line between them.

“Why, it’s a lovely view.” He answers, 

And he remembers vividly the feeling of a success so great that it easily outweighs any battle that he’d won before when he'd seen such a sheen in Her eyes. Less lonely, less isolated and distant, and more... this. Whatever this was, so whole and full.

He stayed there, loyally, lovingly, speaking and commenting during inopportune moments when he’d notice ichor bleed from her lonely eyes. “Seriously, he could have died better,” Philza would say when a man had tripped and fell; “Maybe smell the cinnamon on your tea next time, you knew all along that people hated you–of course they’d kill you!” he’d said to a particularly cruel noble; “Better luck next time?” when a man had entered the wrong home to thieve from. 

The souls would pass him by, and every single time they hear his comments they would leave with a variety of choice words and colorful language. Philza would gawk each time, asking why they’d be so offended when it did happen, as if not knowing better.

And bearing witness to such scenes, sometimes, in very very rare moments, he’d finally witness the most dashing smile stretch out Her lips. In those moments, Philza felt more alive when dead.

For only such a deranged man could make such a bleak scenario seem hilarious and beautiful.

And only a fool could be so bizarrely, goofily in love.

[luckyspike]

Karkat Vantas was fourteen years old before his dad took him into the desert. His entire life had been spent in the limits of the city, the comfortable ease of a lifestyle where more money was just a nights' work away. There was always food, always water, and always shelter from the occasional sandstorm.

He knew, intellectually, that it hadn't always been that way, of course. Midnight City had not very long ago just been a collection of mud huts and broken people on the banks of the river. That had changed with the arrival of the Midnight Crew: four ex-Agents with all the skills necessary for begging, bartering and stealing the materials and labor to turn a mud hut village into a modest town and, after said town proved profitable for the ships' crews that traveled up and down the coast, a small city.

But that was something he knew from the history books, and something he could never quite imagine, no matter how many trips to the Midnight City Historical Museum his class took. They toured the authentic mud hut, learned about the architects that played a greater role in the city's construction, but that was about it. It was a lovingly-rendered picture, but just a picture all the same.

In the end, it wasn't a history project that prompted Karkat's dad to take him into the desert: it was astronomy. "It's a stupid project," he griped one weekend afternoon, he and his dad holed up inside to save themselves from the heat of the late summer. "How the fuck am I supposed to see stars if the city's too well-lit for stars to show up?"

"Language," Slick grumbled. The short man was lying boneless on the couch, whiskey in hand, rotating fan panning back and forth between himself and Karkat.

"Seriously though, dad, what am I supposed to do?" he asked, undeterred. "The only star I've seen is fuc - is Venus, and that's not even a star!" He frowned. "I was thinking about going out to ... Terezi's place," he mused, glancing cautiously at Slick. Happily, the man seemed too hot to be bothered by Karkat's mention of the Felt's headquarters. "She's on the edge of the city limits; we might have better luck there. Or Egbert's place, since he's in the suburbs."

Slick's eye was closed, his hands folded on his bare stomach. Karkat wondered if he'd gone to sleep - rude, but typical - when he asked, "When's this fucking thing due by?"

"Monday."

Slick nodded. "Gimme some time to think."

Karkat blinked. "Are you seriously going to help me with a school project?" He smirked. "You angling to beat Boxcars out as Parent of the Year this year?"

Slick glared, but considering the heat, Karkat felt fairly certain he was safe from any kind of retaliation. "Wiseass," he decided on, staying put on the couch and in the path of the fan's blessed air circulation.

-()-

Around two, Karkat went to the kitchen and made lunch for the both of them; it was too hot to cook, so they'd have to make do with cold KFC and ice cream. Not their either of them minded.

"You don't have plans tonight, do you?" Slick asked, when Karkat returned. The troll gave his guardian a look.

"I thought you were running a heist or something tonight." Slick shook his head. "Too hot?"

"Nah, somethin' came up," Slick said. Karkat narrowed his eyes, suspicious. "So you got plans or not?"

"Not ... really."

"Good." Slick snapped his teeth into a chicken bone and sucked the marrow out. "Be ready to leave at seven; we're gonna go do your stupid project. I know a place."

-()-

They drove. At the edge of the suburbs, Slick stopped and filled the car's tank with gas, and then reset the trip odometer. And then they drove more, past the few irrigated farms, and onto the packed-gravel road that feebly attempted to demonstrate an orderly path through the desert.

"I thought you hated the desert," Karkat said quietly, as the miles of sand drifted past. Slick just shrugged.

Karkat risked conversation once or twice more, but Slick just responded with body language, or grunts. They faded off into silence, eventually, and drove along the dusty road, Karkat looking idly out the window.

At some point, Slick stopped the car. Karkat blinked, and sat up, not quite opening the door. "Is that ... Droog's car? And the van?"

"Looks like it." Slick kicked open his door and stepped out. Karkat followed suit, jogging around the nose of their car and catching up with his dad. "Come on; keep up."

Karkat tried, but Slick was fast in the sand, head down, hands in his pockets, unusually quiet. Every once and a while he'd stop, and glare while Karkat floundered through the sand behind him, his notebook in hand. "If I didn't know better I'd think you dragged me out here to fucking kill me," he mumbled.

"Language," Slick snapped. "An' just keep fucking quiet, alright?"

Karkat nodded, slowly. "Okay, dad."

They crested a dune, following a path of footprints Karkat had noticed all the way back by the cars. He hurried to keep up with Slick, and shivered a little against the sudden night chill; should have brought a coat, he thought. At first he'd wondered if Slick was crazy, wearing a suit out here on a day like today, but apparently the old man wasn't a total idiot. Drunk, deranged, but he might know his way around a desert. Maybe.

"Stop," he said quietly, holding up his hand. Karkat did, shuffling to a halt next to Slick's shoulder.

"Hey, there's Aradia and Sollux and Tav and the Crew -" he started, but Slick put his hand on Karkat's shoulder and shook him a little.

"Look up, stupid."

Karkat did, and his eyes went wide. "Holy fuck," he gasped.

In every conceivable direction, stars were scattered across the sky. Constellations Karkat had only read about in books, a smear of glittering white that was the galaxy, planets and blinking strobes of color. As he watched, a streak of white seared across the sky before fading out entirely. Below, Aradia and Tav whooped.

"You can see everything," Karkat whispered, like normal speech might frighten the sky away. "All of them."

"Yeah." He looked to Slick, and was surprised to find the ghost of a smile on his face. "S'the best part of the damn desert, kid: trust me."

[championfrita]

Creepiest Locations in Pokémon

So, I don't really do Top 10 lists or stuff like that but I recently recieved Black 2 from a friend and reached one of the creepy game locations (you know what I'm talking about).

Suffice to say, I thought I'd talk a little about the creepiest locations in Pokemon.

Without further ado, let us begin!

Strange House - Unova Region

Yeah yeah, playing Black 2 so OF COURSE I'd put this on the list, right? Well that's not why. I put this on the list because it, for me, is the CREEPIEST location in Pokemon. Having not played White 2 in a while (because I lost it heh heh ^^') I had mostly forgotten it until now. I find Strange House to be the creepiest location in Pokemon not just because of the way it looks. The entire thing is Hellagar creepy. Not only does it have some of the eeriest music ever, but the furniture moves on it's own. AND YOU CAN HEAR IT MOVING. Straight up paranormal crap guys (and I'd know, I have paranormal investigative training and I'm a sensitive). When I first encountered this place I was super tentative about walking around inside. I jumped three feet when the first Pokemon Battle activated, no joke. Not to mention the backstory. A little girl put in an eternal nightmare by Darkrai who never wakes up and dies in her sleep? Yeah, no thanks. *horrified shuddering* Let's move on, shall we?

Old Chateau - Sinnoh Region

Yeah, you guys kinda expected this one huh? I put this on the list because it also has some seriously creepy music. Sure, Strange House is creepy, but mostly on the inside. Old Chateau is creepy ALL AROUND. Even the dilapidated exterior just screams "Yeah btw I have demons locked up in here, that a problem bro?" HELLGAR YES, IT IS! But that isn't even the creepiest part. The Chateau is straight up haunted. Ghosts of residents and even a butler can be found wandering around inside. Encountering them is for the most part a random event, except for the little girl, who you simply encounter by entering rooms on the second floor in order. Still not the creepiest part. In one of said rooms is a painting...who's EYES MOVE WITH YOU SO IT IS ALWAYS WATCHING. Plus in the kitchen possessed tableware flies at you if you stay too long. Even better? Find all the ghosts and a secret door under the stairs opens up to take you to the basement. Lovely. And guess who's down there? The creepy as Shuppet Gengar who's been using that painting I mentioned earlier to stalk you. I was so afraid of this place that I wouldn't enter it for like 2 years after the games came out. One look and I was like "Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Did I say NOPE?!"

Lavender Tower - Kanto Region

This is obviously a classic from my childhood. Lavender Tower was the original creepfest of Pokemon, and while it may not actually be all that scary anymore, going in there without a Silph Scope was terrifying as a kid. Literally everything was a ghost, not just the ACTUAL ghost of Marowak that haunted the place. Even your Pokemon were too scared to fight in this place. Not to mention the crazy as Shuppet Channelers walking around the joint. Yeesh. Get a life guys.

Caves - All Regions

I know, I know. You're all thinking, Seriously?! You're afraid of CAVES?! Well hold on. Have you ever walked one without Flash, back in the old days when the screen was just black? It's not so much the dark that's terrifying. It's the idea of never escaping that cave. Of being lost in there forever because you can't bear to lose those Pokemon you've spent months lovingly raising. Without Flash, your options were: Try and stumble around in the dark hoping to get lucky and find a way out, or restart your game and do things from the beginning because you done messed up my friend. Horrible. Not to mention you had no idea what might be down there.

Kaminko's House - Orre Region

I don't care what you say, when the screen suddenly goes black and white and some deranged lunatic comes flying out of a creepy mansion surrounded by dead trees roving like a madman to challenge you to a battle, it's creepy. It may not be super scary, but still creepy. Especially when you enter the building and discover that it's home to basically a mad scientist. For a while I thought the player character, Michael, was gonna almost get murdered. Super weird stuff in there I tell you.

Scary House - Kalos Region

Not actually that scary. The way this location becomes pretty creepy is by watching the XY anime episode that goes with it. It reveals the house to basically be a house of horrors for Ash and friends. The old man they find there says it's all for the sake of saying hello the Ghost Pokemon Way. Entertaining his guests with a good scare as it were, except that at the end of the episode both he AND THE HOUSE DISAPPEAR. Then they reappear for Team Rocket. A DISAPPEARING HOUSE?! How is that NOT creepy?

Chargestone Cave - Unova Region

It's dark, weird stones float around, and it has creepy music. Yeah, no thanks. That being said, I absolutely LOVE Chargestone Cave. It is one of my favorite locations in Pokemon, but it's still creepy. You can practically FEEL the supercharged air through the game screen, which sets off all your instincts to flee, and you never know when a Pokemon is gonna suddenly attack you. It just has an all around creepy feeling to it.

Pokemon Mansion - Kanto Region

Oh look, and abandoned mansion. Let's go look inside! Creepy music and statues with switches and eyes that light up? Great! Oh boy, a book! Let's read it. Oh it's a journal…with the creation of a superstrong clone of Mew in it…Oh yeah, btw you're just casually walking around in a place where Mewtwo SLAUGHTERED ALL OF IT'S CREATORS. LOVELY! No big deal, just an abandoned house of DEATH. And you better have an Escape Rope with you if you plan to jump off that broken floor, cuz if you don't you'll be stuck there…FOREVER. Place is super creepy. And thanks to the one and only Braxton Burks and his musical reboot called Kanto Symphony, it just got creepier. Woo!

Route 217 - Sinnoh Region

Yup. I'm just gonna paste this snippet from Bulbapedia:

“If the player re-enters the house near the Ice Rock after the Spell Tag is obtained, the woman that gives it has disappeared. When obtaining the Spell Tag, her speech is: "...A person...? ...A rare sight... ...Thank you for visiting... ...A gift..." The nature of the item, in conjunction with Ace Trainer Olivia's comments of hauntings in the area, implies that the woman was a ghost, specifically a Yuki-onna.”

A Yuki-onna is a Japanese ghost woman who froze to death and roams snowcovered mountains waiting to kill people. It's a wonder the player survived. O.O

N's Room - Unova Region

I LOVE N. Love, love, LOVE him, but his room is creepier than a Mega Banette in a dark alley. N obviously has some serious mental issues, and it's this implication of dereanged mental health, combined with equally deranged music, that makes this place so darn creepy. The whole CASTLE is creepy, but this room takes the cake for creepiest room in the whole building.

Abandoned Site - Alola Region

Not exactly THE scariest location, this newest of creep fests lies in the context of it and the idea of being there in person. I know I'd find it super eerie, especially at night and when Accerola mentions she thinks you're crazy because the room you found Mimikyu in doesn't exist. Gave me some chills, let me tell you. Observant players will notice Mimikyu in the background of this scene, shuffling away behind the chainlink fence.

Pokémon School - Alola Region

While normally cheery and upbeat, if the player does a sidequest in UltraSun and UltraMoon this innocent place of learning turns into the stuff of nightmares. A creepy little girl and her Drifloon want you to look into some rumors...and appear only at night. The music makes for utterly terrifying atmosphere that will give you chills, especially if you find your own school creepy at night. While the occurences turn out to be completely harmless or normal things they make for some heartpounding suspense, and the little girl and Drifloon mysteriously disappear after you finish investigating. Creepy. It is strangely satisfying if you time it right like me and end up completing the quest at in game dawn though.

And that's about it. What locations do YOU think are creepy? Let me know in the comments!

[sweetsmellosuccess]

TIFF 2018: Day 3

Films: 4 Best Film of the Day: The Old Man & the Gun (pictured)

Gwen: This is no white-knuckle affair; it’s a red one. As in knuckles chapped and scraped until nearly bleeding. Wind plays a large atmospheric role in William McGregor’s unsettling drama, both as a constant background noise, and as a bleak visual metaphor for the pitiless sparseness of the land. Wales is shown to be both staggeringly beautiful, with its craggy mountains and rolling green hills, but also unwaveringly uninviting: You will not see a more overcast film this year. The story concerns a young woman (Eleanor Worthington-Cox), her kid sister; and her struggling mother (Maxine Peake), as they try to survive on their hardscrabble farm while Gwen’s father is out fighting in an unnamed war. As their farm gets more and more stricken by what seems like a curse — their sheep are slaughtered, their potatoes are fallow, and their horse breaks his leg — it slowly becomes clear that these are not supernatural forces at work, but rather the acts of a supremely callous and hateful capitalist, who’s after their land for his mind operation. The obvious comparison would be to Robert Egger’s deeply unnerving The Witch, but McGregor isn’t playing with devils and demonic curses, here, just the horror perpetrated by callous greed and disregard for humanity. The film’s unrelenting grimness could certainly be a deterrent for some audiences, but it does capture something both about the land, and the attitude of those who can survive it.

Donnybrook: As a longtime admirer of Jamie Bell (and not only because he was the voice of Tintin), I’m happy to see he’s branching out his roles and expanding his reach, as it were, I just wish he’d picked a better project than this grungy, exploitive action drama from Tim Sutton. Bell plays a dude named “Jarhead Earl,” a former Marine, and a dutiful fellow on the economic downswing, looking to make a pile of cash at the big midwestern, bare-knuckle brawl known as the “Brook.” With a wife (Dara Tiller), teetering on the edge of meth addiction, and two young kids, Earl stakes all his hope on the prospect of winning the Brook, and claiming the $100K prize. Meanwhile, many other unsavory characters flit about, including another vet-turned meth dealer, Angus (Frank Grillo), and his seriously deranged sister (Margaret Qualley), whose had to put up with years of her brother’s intense abuse and has had enough; and the local sheriff (James Badge Dale), who’s knee-deep in his own business with Angus, and is dirty as they come. The film is filed with flags, guns, fists, and blood, as well as a jacked sensibility that suggests a faint homage to Lynch, without any of his wit, creativity, or artistic merit. It is not intended as irony, to be sure, or if it is, no one informed the serious-as-death actors, who play this to the last drop of blood. It’s the kind of film where a tied and tortured middleman gets to have sex with a seriously beautiful woman, while still bound to a chair, and immediately after he reaches the highs of ecstasy, she tips him over and shoots him in the head.

The Old Man & the Gun: How would you follow up a film as utterly stunning as A Ghost Story, a powerhouse of a philosophical treatise on love, time, and human artistic legacy? Perhaps by approaching a similar topic from a vastly different direction. Based on a true story, David Lowery’s film follows the exploits of a man named Forest Tucker (Robert Redford), an elderly bank thief who simply cannot stop plying his trade. His approach, gentlemanly and smooth, matches the tone of the film’s opening two acts, as Forest hooks up with his two compadres (Danny Glover and Tom Waits), meets and woos a feisty widow (Sissy Spacek), and matches wits with the detective (Casey Affleck), whom he inadvertently humiliated during an earlier heist. By the film’s third act, however, as he gets closer to being caught, the film begins to take on a more melancholy air, as if sensing his mortality. He made a career out of springing himself from prisons (a series that gets lovingly highlighted near the end), but there is the sense he can’t escape his mortal prison, nor can he change spots and just settle down on a nice horse farm. A shot near the end, as the cops are sweeping in posits him as a kind of Don Quixote figure, sitting forlornly on his horse, looking down and defeated. Reportedly, this is Redford’s acting swansong, and if so, like Forest, he’s certainly going out on his own terms.

Halloween: Unofficially, there have been 700 bazillion sequels and remakes of John Carpenter’s 1978 slasher film classic, most of which have been derivative drivel, but with director David Gordon Green, working with longtime collaborator Danny McBride, you finally have a new vision for the venerable horror series. It’s been four decades – to the day – since Michael Myers terrorized a teenaged girl and murdered her friends. Since then, he has been locked up in an asylum, never uttering a word (the film smartly disavows all previous sequels). To the still-disturbed Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis), however, the nightmare has never ended. Since surviving his original attack, she has dedicated her life to preparing for his eventual return, learning fighting/survival skills, fortifying her house, and arming herself to the teeth. This devotion to self-protection she imbued to her daughter (Judy Greer), and attempts to do so with her granddaughter (Andi Matichak), now the same age as Laurie was when she first met the Bogeyman. Things move along in typical Halloween fashion, with Michael escaping, donning the mask, and returning to Haddonfield to kill indiscriminately once again, only this time, he finds Laurie well-prepared and waiting for him. What ensues follows a similar pattern but with a major twist. In the film’s most exhilarating moments, the film gleefully twists and turns the tropes we have come to know so well – one such moment, setting up the film’s fiery climax, left the midnight TIFF audience laughing and cheering wildly – and morphs into, of all things, a feminist slasher flick. Naturally, the ending leaves things just ambiguous enough for another sequel (or six), but as a re-imagining of one of the seminal horror movies of the last 40 years, it’s got a lot of moxie. It might not have the actual scares of the original, but the film’s forward-thinking politics twist the butcher knife in very satisfying ways.  

Tomorrow: A mix-and-match sort of day: In-between interviews, I’ll be checking out the militia-group thriller Standoff at Sparrow Creek; the harrowing sounding The Most Beautiful Couple; another Witch-like film in the horror/western The Wind, and, if I can stay awake, the brutal retelling of the Mumbai terrorist attack from 2008 in Hotel Mumbai.