Send us a text Turkey month is filled with surrealism isn't it? Today were talking about: What price would you pay for eternal beauty? In Death Becomes Her (1992), vanity has a half-life, necks can spin like windmills, and immortality is anything but graceful. Streep and Hawn duel in high camp couture, their bodies breaking as their egos bend, while Bruce Willis looks like he’s one martini away from total collapse. It’s glamorous, grotesque, and a morality tale wrapped in glitter, bullets, an...
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Send us a text Turkey month is filled with surrealism isn't it? Today were talking about: What price would you pay for eternal beauty? In Death Becomes Her (1992), vanity has a half-life, necks can spin like windmills, and immortality is anything but graceful. Streep and Hawn duel in high camp couture, their bodies breaking as their egos bend, while Bruce Willis looks like he’s one martini away from total collapse. It’s glamorous, grotesque, and a morality tale wrapped in glitter, bullets, an...
Send us a text It's 2025 SPOOK-TOBER Today were talking about: Autumn. Small-town vengeance. The carnival lights flicker beneath the harvest moon. Candy Corn (2019) tells the story of a bullied sideshow performer who returns from the grave to exact revenge — one kill at a time. It’s a film soaked in nostalgia, drenched in fake blood, and glazed with the artificial sweetness of a dollar-store Halloween bag. Between its moody fog and clunky dialogue, Candy Corn tries to taste like vintage horro...
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Send us a text Turkey month is filled with surrealism isn't it? Today were talking about: What price would you pay for eternal beauty? In Death Becomes Her (1992), vanity has a half-life, necks can spin like windmills, and immortality is anything but graceful. Streep and Hawn duel in high camp couture, their bodies breaking as their egos bend, while Bruce Willis looks like he’s one martini away from total collapse. It’s glamorous, grotesque, and a morality tale wrapped in glitter, bullets, an...
