3:00 Wallpaper.
5:13 Cameron Diaz’s southern accent is kind of creepy.
6:45 Everybody talks real slow and weird-like. Creepy.
8:56 What’s up with that high school kid?
10:13 What’s up with her foot? Sartre?!!
14:54 Creepy.
18:23 I think it’s creepier to see the little digitized gaps in Langella’s profile than to see the digitized wound on his face.
20:23 Creepy music.
25:14 What the fuck?
30:15 What the fuck?
33:13 What the fuck?
43: 24 These people get a lot of nosebleeds.
56:00 What the fuck?
54:02 What the fuck?
1:04:02 What the fuck?
1:08:12 Nose bleed.
1:14:43 What the fuck?
1:23:51 What the fuck?
1:31:12 Creepy.
1:31:40 What the fuck?
1:38:12 What the fuck?
1:42:37 What the fuck?
Credits . . . What the fuck?
(I could rarely make heads or tales of this. It’s batshit crazy. I enjoyed the hell out of it.)
I forgot the moral lesson: Don’t trust Santa Claus.
i quite enjoyed the box as well. partly because for some reason i thought jim carrey was in it and i couldn’t figure out when/how he’d turn up.
best/worst southern accent is still nicolas cage’s in con air.
No, best/worst southern accent goes to Pete Stokes: “sheep dip!”
I actually enjoyed this one too. Great sense of atmosphere and tone. “Twilight Zone” ending worked.