“If we know he’s in there, why the f##k are we going in there?!
“It’s not a zombie, it’s a ghost!”
“Throw cake on my brand new Betamax!”
“Christmas. New Year’s. Vagina.”
“What is wrong with my outfit?”
“That was awkward.”
“I can’t sell a house in this market! Immediate possession! It’s already possessed!”
The daughter’s not unreasonable response to her mother’s demonic savagery and pathologically needy act is tut-tutted by the mother’s shrouded in denial friends. This was jarringly detached from reality. The playwright is drugged and abducted to induce cooperation. Cue flashbacks to her mother’s ‘tragic’ past. Everything just keeps enlarging the wrong done and TPTB justify her mother’s choices and covers it with a patina of respectability. There is no warmth or familiarity here just generational abuse. Her mother is the victim here apparently don’t you know. Her alcoholic drama queen mother and the incessant chaos she causes is seen as perfectly reasonable and her daughter is the problem. This was woefully horrible and the timeline is wonky.
“Everybody’s bill comes to.”
“Ugly cotton farming hands.”
The Happiest Days Of Your Lives (1950)
Moonrise Kingdom (2012)