Subconscious Cruelty

“certain films can attempt to absorb our negative energy in a hope that perhaps they keep our darkest emotions at bay but unfortunately, flickering light can only pacify our demons for so long and human reality will eventually rear its ugly head far more horrific than any film can attempt to portray.”

“certain films can attempt to absorb our negative energy in a hope that perhaps they keep our darkest emotions at bay but unfortunately, flickering light can only pacify our demons for so long and human reality will eventually rear its ugly head far more horrific than any film can attempt to portray.”

Le voy a dar rewatch pq no entendí nada y yo solo quería algo que me acompañará en lo que dibujo

Le voy a dar rewatch pq no entendí nada y yo solo quería algo que me acompañará en lo que dibujo

incel fuel

incel fuel

Look, I really want to roast this movie to absolute hell—but I’ll save that for my handwritten journal. For now, let’s butter it a bit.

Subconscious Cruelty is… disturbing, yes. But the art direction? The camera angles? The blood flow?? Weirdly aesthetic to the point where I started questioning my own dignity mid-watch. I hate to admit this, but I fell in love with the final segment. I know that sounds deranged—but hear me out.

The metaphor in that last part? Gut-wrenching. Disgusting in the most poetic way imaginable.

And the monologue? Delivered with the tone of someone ordering a burger, while saying things so depraved even Satan would be like, ‘wait what did you just say?’ and covered his ears. 

In short: do not watch this on a first date. Or a second. Or with anyone who looks at you with love in their eyes. Just… watch alone. In shame. Like the director clearly intended.

Look, I really want to roast this movie to absolute hell—but I’ll save that for my handwritten journal. For now, let’s butter it a bit.

Subconscious Cruelty is… disturbing, yes. But the art direction? The camera angles? The blood flow?? Weirdly aesthetic to the point where I started questioning my own dignity mid-watch. I hate to admit this, but I fell in love with the final segment. I know that sounds deranged—but hear me out.

The metaphor in that last part? Gut-wrenching. Disgusting in the most poetic way imaginable.

And the monologue? Delivered with the tone of someone ordering a burger, while saying things so depraved even Satan would be like, ‘wait what did you just say?’ and covered his ears. 

In short: do not watch this on a first date. Or a second. Or with anyone who looks at you with love in their eyes. Just… watch alone. In shame. Like the director clearly intended.

Buy him a diary.

Beyond the flood of disturbing scenes that might have me in therapy for a while, the pseudo-profound monologue was even harder to get through. It’s a film that tries to be shocking, provocative, and deep but ultimately comes across as pretentious and irritating.

Buy him a diary.

Beyond the flood of disturbing scenes that might have me in therapy for a while, the pseudo-profound monologue was even harder to get through. It’s a film that tries to be shocking, provocative, and deep but ultimately comes across as pretentious and irritating.