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.