Vincent CraneResident
“ernest thesiger sipping gin off a coffin lid while keeping tiny people in jars like a deranged collector of beanie babies is the most unhinged energy of 1935. the bride is in this for what, four minutes? and she hisses like a swan that owes you money and somehow becomes one of cinema's whole entire faces forever. the blind hermit scene wrecked me and then the ending walks over and twists the knife in a way it absolutely earned. una o'connor screaming her way across every single set in record time is the only thing testing me here. monster movie people, this is the one”













































































