So there is an asmrtist whomI remember finding in like 2014 ish, a male, seemingly gay (lisp, often wore lipgloss,) and had short, dark hair, brown eyes, and had a slightly olive complexion. Haven't seen any of their vids pop up in a grip. TIA!
I am very excited for the movie to hit streaming because I'm sure lots of people with those kinds of accounts will be waiting to watch it until tomorrow so they can react genuinely
After it's harrowing journey from CA>Kansas City>Indianapolis>Cincinnati>Back to Kansas City>Back to Indy>Back to Cincy>finally TO MEE
The shot where it shows the mess she was standing in, it's a little dark to make out all the details but am I the only one who thinks it looks like there's vomited up cat food laying there? Kinda fits into the "Wish Nikki is actually Sandy" theory
Never cared even remotely about this sort of thing but it feels like a win for all of us, especially us small time creators.
Long read ahead, sorry not sorry: I went and saw it 6 six days ago now and left the theater feeling deeply moved, bummed out, and generally speechless.
This time I went back and took some friends with me. They weren't as affected by it as me but they still thought it was solid and fun.
So mainly I wanted to wait til I had my full thoughts formed around it so I could come here to adequately share the full scope of its grip on me.
So I had seen trailers and thought it looked like a neat kinda supernatural slasher ish flick, which to my understanding now was intentional. (Hook them with a fun and scary date night movie and then bombard them with emotional turmoil lol.) But after a while I started to feel a strange pull toward it, a deep seated feeling of "idk I just have to go see this asap"
So in my first viewing the atmosphere immediately hooked me, and the score was that perfectly ambiguous blend of 80's synth that always makes my antenna shoot up.
The gradual onset and decline of Nikki's condition acted as a pressure cooker, getting more unhinged and bleak as the movie went on. From the moment out at the car which was like "oh nice this is weird" to the ending that left me viscerally devastated. I left the theater in tears out of empathy for her character in the aftermath of everything. The deliberate uncertainty of origins of the willow and the nature of Nikki's possession left me with so many questions. I have never in my life felt this way about a movie.
Then I get home and start reading the discourse about the movie and the underlying themes of consent and autonomy and Bear's gradual fall from audience favor through the story and dissecting the moments where real Nikki becomes conscious and so forth - people literally obsessing over the movie.
So on my second viewing I wasn't as attached to the emotion because I was watching on a more technical level to anticipate whether my friends would get the same thing out of it, and noticing more of the nuance and subtleties, etc. But the last act still grabbed a hold of me and the ending just made me feel so fucking sad, and I'm left with the same kinda emotional fallout from it. Nikki, that poor thing.
I do feel really happy to be invested in this kinda cultural phenomenon. I feel like a specific type of person recieves the film in a specific way and I feel oddly bonded to those of you that feel the way I do. Like we all went through something together. Idk.
TLDR: I have seen the movie twice now and it may have swiftly planted itself as an all time favorite. From the production to the impact, it is a really heavy and heady work of art and I just looooooove the fuck out of it. Obsessed, even.
If you read this whole thing, that means we are probably in the same boat with this movie, and my heart goes out to you. 💜
I wanted to point this out because it shook me up but when she's crying in the car about her dad with her head on the dashboard, and then she looks over at him completely deadpan with not a tear in sight.
Haven't seen anyone mention it and wanted to throw my coin in the well.
This movie changed something in me really. I had a feeling about it and went solo to see it on Monday and what a gut wrenching ride it was. The moment shit starts getting weird, the tone gets darker and darker and more bleak all the way up until the last second. There's no real breathing room that you don't pay for gravely. I walked out of the theaters in tears thinking "My God, that poor thing."
Not to mention waking up several times that night certain I was seeing Nikki in the corner of my room.
And it's interesting to see how everyone's reaction fit into the theme of the film itself, how so many aspects were left vague and open, causing us to *obsess* over figuring out what was really going on, and the depth and nuance and underlying themes.
Anyway, I feel like alot of us are riding for this movie in a big ole visceral boat and I'm all fucked up over literally every aspect of this 😅 I have plenty more to say but with leave it at this for now. Much love 💜