Realizing I watched this and loved it as a kid, I'm ashamed of myself.
No wonder my dad hates me, no wonder I hate myself. I watched stuff like this and thought it was good. I can't take this seriously. What is the ending? What is this whole movie? Why were my standards so low? This may be the saddest thing I've realized about myself. If I could go back and rip my eyes out I would. The ending had me questioning if someone spiked my drink in the last five minutes. Screams of genuine pain escaped my body making it sound like satan himself was trying to escape. I will never loook at myself the same again. Don't set your standards so low. This isn't worth nostalgia, it's not worth anything. I'm terrified that some people enjoyed this in any way. Did the positive reviews come from fetuses? Maybe newborns? Who would positively review such a sorry excuse for a movie higher than 1 star? Every Brain cell I had has left and is never coming back.
If you want a good reason to hate yourself, watch this. If you want to be happy and keep any hope and love in your body then stay far away from this.
I feel like this did what sugar free gummi bears do to the stomach, but to my mind.
I will never recover from this nightmare.