Ghoul Gruel’s review published on Letterboxd:
“Look in the mirror, sweetheart.”
There were signs early in that this film knew what it was doing and that I was gonna love it. The first was me waiting for a gasped “I love you” and having blood spat in the face instead. The second were the squelching sound effects of the zit she squeezed. An effective tease for such a steady and considered downward spiral.
I was grinning the way they romanticised that tapeworm egg and everything it meant was coming. The POV with the needle - spectacular. And I can’t remember the last time I’ve tensed my mouth and braced myself more in a movie. I was so excited to see things we haven’t seen before. It didn’t shy away from a damn thing.
I loved watching Agnes’ fairy tale play out in the periphery.
And finding out the Prince is a cunt? Fuck yeah, everything is dark and twisted. Big fan of the few modernised elements in the score, too.
“The skin is coming off my cock.”
“Haven’t you heard of butter?
“Sure. The castle’s run out of it. That’s why you complain your bread is so dry.”
