When Black Birds Fly. It feels an extremely particular type of sick to me. It’s one of my favourite movies, and I haven’t watched it all the way through yet. The rainbow vomit aesthetic of it is, as far as I can tell, unique. Most people hate it.

It’s also unique in that it’s the only thing I’ve had to stop watching despite being very interested. I’ll finish it fully one day.

I’ve probably watched other things people would consider more extreme, but for some reason, this one gets to me, in the best way. Not even necessarily just disturbed, also… overwhelmed.

The horrendous, stilted acting and animation is not accidental, it is a precursor to how nothing in the movie will be comfortable.