Charles fucking Melton. I don’t want to reduce a movie that’s clearly crafted with so much skill to create scenes brimming with unease to a single performance, but Melton is so absurdly good that without him, I’m not sure how this movie reaches those insane harrowing levels. His body language, his mannerisms, his delivery— he is the personification of stolen innocence and your heart breaks for him. 

Portman, Moore, the campy piano melody that plays after a reveal, the dressing room shot, the Portman letter monologue— all pieces of a sick and tragic puzzle that is May December. 

so scary how mentally you remain the age you were when your trauma happened... charles melton encapsulated that so well

It’s all soap and camp until Charles Melton cracks, and you realize what you’ve been watching is a horror movie all along.

“This is just what grownups do.”

Wanted to crawl out of my own skin for basically the entire runtime

Will Ferrell producer credit jump scare

this is so sad he should've been at the club but instead these two women are having a diva off while he's questioning every aspect of his relationship and life

only got a handful of opportunities left before my family stops letting me choose what to watch on movie night

when there was a dramatic piano music needle drop followed by the line "we need more hot dogs!" i knew i was in for a wild ride

give charles melton the oscar right this second i’m so serious

ate this UP! hilarious and sickening and thought-provoking. lost track of how many times i gasped but the grown ups line nearly killed me