Rarely was a film more appropriately titled. This giallo-inspired, vibes-over-plot horror mood piece by German director Tilman Singer is nothing if not bonkers. It’s the kind of hot mess that grows more incoherent the more it tries to explain itself. It isn’t unenjoyable, just as long as you prefer stickily gruesome body horror over stuff such as story clarity.
OVER EGG THE PUDDING
I’m dying what a great phrase
Great phrase and useful advice.