themummersfolly:themummersfolly:challengerblue:We call no-one. We say nothing. What’s your problem?
themummersfolly:themummersfolly:challengerblue:We call no-one. We say nothing. What’s your problem? She’s alone, her guts hanging out. There are three of us and we’re armed. What are you afraid of?Revenge (2017), dir. Coralie FargeatWatching this now and like… on the one hand, get the bastards, Jen! On the other hand, I know the mechanics of those injuries. Even it she survived, there’s no way she’d still be functioning, peyote or no.Sweetie. My dear. You’re barefoot and naked in the desert. Where’s your water at. You’ve just lost a visible shit ton of blood and done a fuckload of hallucinogens, how are you even standing up. Make the bastards pay, but please do so responsibly. Excellent arty aesthetic. Cathartic, especially for post-breakup viewing. But there isn’t that much blood in a human body, and every ounce of my wilderness and combat responder training calls bullshit on those injuries and the characters’ reactions to them. -- source link