I think we’ll stay on theme today. Previously I watched Stephen King’s idea of what happens when an obsessed fan has their favorite author in their grasp. Today I’m watching Dario Argento’s take on a similar story. My expectations are high.

Interesting angles. Who the hell shoplifts books. Men in these movies are so easily manipulated. You’re not gay, are you? Pfft. That’s right, kick him in the nuts. Ugh. I can’t get over how beautiful her hair is. Mine would look like that if it were thicker. Stupid thyroid. Gagging someone with pages from a book is so slow. Must be sending a message. Whoa. Tough interview. 12 weeks a bestseller. Nice. Hmm someone acting out the book. Heels on the beach lol. Right. Well that was weird. Filthy slimy pervert. Slicey slicey. An amateur photographer, I see. Another letter. It was so much easier to stalk and kill back in the days before security cameras were everywhere. Who is this Jane. That was the woman from the airport, but what is her relation to him. Nice gloves. Damn, that dog is tenacious. Why would you drop the stick. Stupid girl. Out of the pan and into the fire. Gtfo of there. Don’t go into the house, dummy. It’s your turn, girly. Yikes. I don’t think Jane is the killer. That would be too obvious. Burning evidence. Aha! Well now we know who lives there, but is he the killer. Whoa. That answers that question. Whaaaatttt. Red heels. So beach woman is real? Ahhhh who is it. Oh shit! Running out of suspects. Those were man arms in the dream about beach woman. WHAT. Did not see that coming. WHAT WHAT WHAT. Wow. That’s hardcore. Seriously dude. You didn’t check?! Don’t go back. Wtf. Unless…ok that was great.

Closing thoughts: wtf that was great.