deadass one of the most horrific final scenes I have ever seen... I couldn’t keep from crying when that fucking pig pulled her away from the vehicle. 

what sucks is that this film seriously would’ve benefited from a more diverse wardrobe or, idk... a few more poc. during the first act I was mostly confused because I couldn’t tell the actors apart. then when the characters finally end up in chinatown, with its bustling streets & neon lights I was like man.... such wasted potential. downtown LA is so bland-looking.

honestly kinda mind-blowing the way some of the interviewees analyzed argento’s filmography; his “feminine” directorial style, freudian-inspired storylines (which were impacted by the birth of his daughter), and unrivaled eye for aesthetics that his mother instilled in him early on.... lots of avenues I would’ve never considered. I have a newfound appreciation for his work & the genre as a whole—with its outrageously long titles, female-driven narratives, signature hyperviolence, & style. it’s too bad the genre is dead but luckily there are many well-preserved classics to look back on.

The Book of Life says hi.