“Raspberry, blueberry, cherry, plum, pear, peach, apple, apple-honey, honey-lemon, lemon, banana, pineapple, kiwi -“
“Hmm, kiwi?”
“Yeah, you know, like New Zealand?”
“Yes I’m familiar.”

I fucking love kiwifruit but I would never put it in a doughnut. 

Way back when, before Lord of The Rings and before the internet had fully connected international cultures, there’s was this running gag on a local show where they’d call out any time NZ got mentioned in an international film or show. No background, trivia, or explanation. They literally just played the clip and moved on. The above reminded me of that. I was waiting for the punchline or callback and it never came. 

“Well, you must be our other friend, the bat-man.”

This is a cheap, quiet, and dreary reluctant-vampire film with none of the lush romanticism that usually comes with them. It’s like The Crow meets Buffy but on a budget and make it hangout. 

Boya’s look is doing it. Molly’s look is doing it. This film is doing it. Earls accent is not doing it. It’s terrible but I enjoyed it and wouldn’t change a thing about it. 

Really liked the dialogue and the bisexual love triangle that seemed to be developing and then this sadboi went and fucked it up. 

The score and soundtrack went everywhere and it kinda worked. This thing is constantly off kilter. 

The transformation scene was janky. But not as janky as the flame and spark effects at the end. 

“What do you think a person’s capable of? Like, with focus? Years. Years of concentration. Could someone be able to physically do shit which should be impossible? And if they do then, do they remain human?”
“We sell doughnuts. Coffee and doughnuts. Depends what you mean by human.”