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[emerald_skies]

So...Le Boyfriend and I just finished watching Jacob's Ladder. Here's basically what happened when the credits finally started rolling...


(our expressions)

Le Boyfriend: What the hell did we just watch?
Me: To be fair, I get the feeling that this movie would've made a lot more sense if we were both stoned out of our gourds.
Le Boyfriend: Honey, there isn't enough weed in the world to make this movie make sense. Just give me the disc jacket so we can send it back and never speak of it again.

Our overall assessment (in gif form):


Seriously though, "mindfuck" doesn't even begin to cover it. This movie, internets, is a mindfuck after some really seriously heavy-duty roofies.

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"Poetry is the deification of reality..." -- Edith Sitwell

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Cheers.

ETA: And, on a Supernatural- and True Blood-related note, seeing Hoyt Fortenberry be a homicidal siren is quite possibly the funniest thing I've seen all week (and that includes the Facebook ad that asked me if I support Glenn Beck). Well played, show!