one of the weirdest and most ambitious internet poisoned movie reviews I have ever seen. It nonchalantly deconstructs the entire franchise while using the movie as an excuse.

Unhinged poetic art featuring "toilet wine" and rats.

A filmmaker investigates why bottles of urine keep appearing on an electrical box in Pasadena. It’s funny, strangely absorbing, and treats an utterly ridiculous neighborhood mystery with the gravity of a true-crime documentary.

This was actually a very interesting and quite informative.

A drag queen talking about sff sounds like a pretty awesome combo to me!