--First off, and I believe I've mentioned this once or twice: I fucking hate dubbing. I don't care how much easier it is than subtitles. It sounds awful. I can't concentrate on performances, if it's a peformance film, when the dialogue a) doesn't match up with the lips and b) is either hlf-hearted, disinterested, and/or ridiculously bad. I hate you, whoever came up with that brilliant idea. I hate your rotten guts. Just give the goddamn thing subtitles, save a few bucks on whichever LA hooker you picked up to read the script aloud.
--That being said, this movie scared the shit out of me. That's a rare commodity, seeing as how most scary movies have either been spoiled to me by the internet and/or notoriety. But I purposely avoided writings on this movie, nay, all Argento movies. I've been saving myself, if you will.
--Greatest death scene ever: Pam getting stabbed and hung through a glass ceiling, her friend getting tore up by the debris. Awesome.
--The soundtrack's kinda awesome.
--Was Mark in on it? Did Albert go the way of the rest of them?
Today's Fanboy Delusion - Today I'd rather be... ... playing pocket pool with Jamie Dornan. I mean mostly I'm just staring at the shelves (SHELVES) in that shot from the just relea...
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