i have to meet my terrible fate. biology.

Forever mourning that Logan “Femme Fatale” Echolls never got his undercover moment. I know he would have loved picking out a slutty little outfit and a silly little name and using that acting gene to make his dad spin in his fucking grave.

I owe Matt Donovan an apology. I thought he was the most nothing burger character to ever walk the earth…then I met Duncan Kane

saw obsession for the third time tonight. greatest score of the decade, i cried this go around. my golden rule of horror is that if you want it to be scary, it has to be sad, and cast and crew nailed it. i love movies.

ill always stand by the idea that the scariest feeling is being in deep sadness and alienation which seemingly doesn't have an end or an exit. scarier than any jumpscare or murderer.

I genuinely appreciate how obsession doesn't try to frame bear as morally grey but just fully leans into how deplorable he is. a lesser movie would have tried to give him redeeming moments along the way but no, at every single crossroads bear makes the wrong choice. when the customer service rep asks him if he wants to cancel his wish, he says no, and asks to alter it. when nikki, the real one, begs him to kill her, he asks her "if it would be so bad to love him", and right at the end, backs out of killing himself and tries to throw the pills up. he is the villain, not another victim, not a confused, cowardly boy, the villain.

if i think too hard about nikki’s experience in Obsession i feel physically ill. imagine one second you’re just walking up to your house after a night out, and then the next, you’re looking out of your own body, but you’re not longer in control. you’re a prisoner to a terrible, unnatural version of yourself that only exists because of a choice someone else made. when you scream, nobody listens. when you claw your way out for long enough to explain that this isn’t you, nobody listens. when you beg the man who trapped you in this situation to put and end to it, to set your free, he just. doesn’t. listen. and then when you do finally regain control, all your friends are dead, and you are covered in their blood. because of a choice someone else made

there’s something so gutwrenching about the fact that the female characters in obsession have real dreams and wishes but never get the chance to see them realized, while both male characters waste their wishes on short-term selfish satisfaction. they were complex, free-spirited young women who just wanted to create art, and they were destroyed by a man determined to confine them to his superficial perception of them. nikki wanted to be a writer, sarah wanted to be a tattoo artist and now neither of them will get to be anything at all

nikki begging bear to kill her and all he does is ask whats so bad about being with him. one of the most nauseating scenes ive ever witnessed

i dislike the whole “horror is so back” narrative people are throwing around recently with obsession and backrooms. both are great movies, but horror was also so back with the long walk. and sinners. and the substance. and nosferatu. and literally anything directed by jordan peele. horror as a genre will always have its flops. but there will always be those few that revive the hype.

i've rarely hated a fictional man as much as i hate bear, i can feel my blood boiling the second i think of him

My ideal found family? Let me think… a neutered vampire, a recovering magic addict, ancient energy in the form of a teenager, a carpenter, a woman raised to believe she was a demon, the chosen one, an autistic ex-demon, and their librarian

Happy Juneteenth to black trans femmes and black non binary people and black lesbians of all shapes and sizes and black trans masculines and black gender non conforming people and black asexuals and our cis and het siblings. Happy Juneteenth to every single black person PERIOD.