emma’s review published on Letterboxd:
friedkin was like what if you watched a movie and it was like you were getting stabbed with 3-5 knives at all times and the knives had various intoxicants on them so you’re pissing and crying but you just can’t help but go WOAH. HELL FUCKING YEAH every few minutes and your brain is melting through your eye sockets but you can still see because the movie is beaming directly into the empty skull hole where your brain used to be so you don’t have any brain left but you do have sorcerer. and then you think you can exhale a little but then the movie literally laughs at you for 10 minutes for having .05 seconds of relief before ending and then you have to exit the theater and be alive and continue to walk around the world as if you didn’t just get your brains liquefied and explodered for two hours