I wondered if this was at least worth seeing, since I had been stuck in the house for 24 hours. Answer…No!
Then I felt like I had to take a shower after I watched it. I wanted to wash all of the weirdness off of me.
Further, it led to a bad night’s sleep because of all the creepy dreams I had.
This should be entertainment, not therapy or college philosophy. We don’t want to have to work this hard to figure out what is in Wes’ head. Or what is just simply going on and why it is just so stupid. (Really? 3 little girls, believing they are witches, demanding to bury their mothers ashes in some weird ass desert motel, in Tupperware? Get a grip grandpa.)
It’s already too hot in Dallas and we don’t want to live in Hell. So we try to escape and go to the movies only to realize that Hell really can be worse. There’s a lot of conversion happening, because we don’t want to have to live with this for eternity.