My empathy is creeping towards what I would describe... a contemptuous rage. It's Poor Things, and This Film is Lit. Let Me Sum Up...
Listen to them: the children of the night. What sweet music they make. It's Bram Stoker's Dracula, and This Film is Lit. Let Me...
I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think...