It’s come to a point where I see her face in every frame. The stars are there shrouded behind a wall of emotion. Yet her face is intertwined with the colors, a formless expansion given meaning through her mouth and her eyes. Vision obscured, I still see her. In every frame. Her and night music have become one and the same. Paintings of her.

Laura Palmer means so much more to me than most people could imagine a fictional character meaning to someone. I cry just thinking about her. Heartbreaking, disgusting. So deeply saddening.

Dude this may be some bullshit but I laughed every once in a while. Steve Zahn is here. He pisses on some guy’s leg.

This is the real deal. In every sense of the word, this movie is important. Viva la revolución.

It’s like if turning red was bad, as well as the most generic, cliche, boring and predictable animated film ever made. Not to mention the needle drops were atrocious. On a positive note, I thought to animation itself was smooth and looked nice. It didn’t help that I strongly disliked nearly every human character design. So a solid stinker overall, and not fun one for sure.