“No, I’ll be right back; you’re still gonna be in the kitchen..”

The 90’s man; you love to see it. Not a cellphone in sight, just completely normal and totally well adjusted people living in the moment, worshipping Satan and playing with their dolls.

I blew out a vein trying to mainline the vibe this movie has: dreary, overcast skies, creaky, peeling farmhouses, wood paneling and corded phones everywhere; cigarette smoke, FBI windbreakers and crime scene photo festooned corkboards.

Just like mom used to make.

Nic Cage continues to fascinate, and is a skeezy delight as the titular Mr. Legs. I have to echo others in saying that hiding his face in the marketing, and teasing it out so much in the actual movie, was a stroke of genius. He’s fucking gross and weird as shit, his gonzo performance a real cosmic gumbo of skin crawlingly bizarre and head scratchingly hilarious. Alicia Witt and Blair Underwood are the sleeper hits in this thing though, Underwood especially!

While I absolutely ADORE the advertising campaign this thing had(and indeed it worked, because it was a near packed house at 7pm on a Thursday), it’s also the movie’s worst enemy. My heart rate didn’t spike when I saw Nic Cage, I didn’t start crying or crawl out of the theater sweat drenched with shit running down my leg; to be clear, the scariest part of the whole thing was me having to pee 20 minutes in, and the creeping, icy fear as i pissed like a racehorse that i might miss Cage’s big reveal.  If you don’t get the vibe this is going for based off the final shot, I don’t know what to tell  you…

Still. I just can’t stop thinking about it.

And the more I think about it, the better it gets. A chilly, mean spirited blending of serial killer thrills and occult chills, with a jet black vein of humor at its core. Can’t wait to rewatch this one in October alongside Late Night With the Devil!

“She used my head like a revolver”