honestly the amount of cultural impact this movie and ice cube as a person have made in the 90s will never not be funny to me. like love it or hate it, without this movie the world actually just would not be the same

the title drop less than 10 minutes into the movie.. so fierce... lost and delirious is how i felt watching this actually. lesbian rights? i guess?

fuck vincent gallo i bet this bastard doesn't know how to drive stick in real life either i hate you and your stupid face and your stupid website where you sell your stupid fucking sperm

"seriously, what do you see in that guy?"
"he makes me laugh."

never date a man with brain damage. or do i guess if you're crazy enough. it's your life

yeah, essentially the bellboy (1960) if the bellboy was kind of insufferable and every joke was either sexual or violent in nature

this film absolutely reeks. it's vile, it's gory, it's horrifying, it's devastatingly beautiful.

i admit i'm not the target audience for this type of movie but i'll be damned it was a very committed performance with some pretty awesome makeup & set design as well.

tarantino is in the first scene doing some bullshit as usual.

fag hag slander. madonna would never do that to her gays.

grief, memory, and voodoo. a rich, harrowing portrait of a creole family in the murky swamp.

that coat? tablecloth? i don't know what that was but that motherfucker denied all the laws of physics.

there was a short period during my childhood where i couldn't stop myself from swallowing foreign inedible objects. nothing ever sharp, but generally small trinkets that piqued my interest. little beads, buttons, shiny marbles. each time i swallowed one of these i would spend the next day or two anxious, afraid, that it would shatter inside of me and leave my digestive tract riddled with thousands of microscopic cuts, killing me slowly and painfully. a couple of days later, after it'd been flushed out of my body, i would soon forget about the whole emotional turmoil and do it all over again. anyways i have no idea why i did any of that. the ocd urges have gotten better with age, though. i'm still terrified at the occasional intrusive thought but i wouldn't act on them anymore. i guess for me it felt like a sense of liberation washing through me when i swallowed the trinkets, at least for a short while, the little control i had over my own decisions living with my mother who wanted to dictate everything about my life. i don't know. this movie just didn't really hit anything.

the aughts were some crazy times because how did every movie manage to have so many high profile cameos. on second thought, it was probably all the coke and parties.