Sarah accepts bad circumstances as she has to navigate a maze to find her baby half-brother. The Goblin King has manipulative greed and no productive dialogue. There’s an obviously unconvincing explanation for this whole plot. The wacky sensibility doesn’t work. The Goblin King and his malignant patience is an egomaniacal prick among a sea of slush and yelling. The mischievously provoking Goblin King should be subject to a sexual risk order. The fantasy land has grim hostility. Sarah is petulant and a difficult individual. The events are not personally traumatic for Sarah in this dreadful place. This is so noisy and loud and the Goblin King wears ridiculously tight tights.
“Not the eternal stench!”
“You have no power over me!”
Nobody has duty, obligation, discipline or social and public complexity. This was a banal tale of constant horribleness and repellent misfits. This has no moral edge or potential. This is dated, squalid and seedy. The reporter looks rueful and no stranger to piano bars. There are poisonous sentiments and this was not entrancing. The reporter has to try to turn the bimbo into Washington DC hostess material and or the best and most altruistic version of herself. This film is an abject horror. This has no truth capital.
“Don’t Harvard talk me.”