wow that brief moment in the 80's when you could be counter-cultural and provocative and it wasn't at the expense of women. a horror movie about the latent trauma of still birth which doesn't paint natasha richardson as psychotic but actually engages with her grappling with the infinite pain of loss sorry does that make sense, im so sad art is so flat and fucking dumb now anyway this film was amazing and dinner was prince charles mixed popcorn with a bag of malteasers dropped in it - that should have been the review
