“Corporate drug dealer.”
“What are they electricians now?”
As portrayed by the annoying Sarandon, she is unpleasant and annoying and seemingly went to the South Pole, knowing she was sick. She’s unbearable and makes it all about her. Her co-workers plan an airdrop as she sits on her ass. This is not a tale of emotional resilience. She has no notes of anxiety about her awful behaviour. There is exposition. She has long term self-obsessiveness. One does not emotionally connect to this load of crap.
She seems cold and unemotional and gets undeserved social support. She has low level begrudgry. One doesn’t care that she’s constrained in her ability to treat herself. Where did they get sage? She has no consideration. Why is she her co-workers emotional responsibility? She playacts the sainted Victorian invalid. She’s indefatigable and frustrating and enraging and crudely condescending and burdensome.
More exposition is spewed and she’s obsessively inward looking. This is insignificant. When the rescue plane comes to emergency evacuate her, there is only a 5 minute window for it to land, unload the new doctor, load her onboard and take off. What does she do? Stand around taking in the view and babbling to her replacement. FFS, what an insufferable bint.
“Penguin round up.”
“Get the fuel lit before it freezes.”
“Spring weather will blow the plane right off the skiway.”
“When are we going to get the satellite back up?”
“Careless child spilling mummy’s orange flower water!”
“Since when did you start going to cheap bars?”
“Take my father’s robe off!”
“Killed that girl in the shower.”
“I should have killed you in my womb! You sure as hell tried to kill me getting out of it!”
“Left town years ago.”
“How’d you kill your mother?”
“What the hell are you on?”
She talks to hallucinations of herself and her husband. The dog is nicknamed Cujo, oh subtle. Are we meant to care about these morally vacant types? There is no venomous irony or scathing insight. This was not enticingly cool. She’s impeccably oblivious. There is a flashback to Jessie as a child. She had a bitch mother and a perv father. There were horrifying lifelong consequences to her father’s actions.
Everyone in this film has an inverted ethical code and there were staged provocations by Jessie’s sicko dad. Things are made more fractious by a lurking weirdo known as the Crypt Creeper. There are memories of an eclipse and blood and a ridiculous ending. This was not the grimmest.
“What he did to you after.”
“Moaned like a dutiful wife.”
“What was in the well?”
“Nothing ever happened.”
“Let’s get grilling.”
“Couple of women in the world you call friends.”
“Shame filled glance.”
“Looking but not seeing.”
“Never felt like part of the family again.”
“Slick as oil.”
“Seizures, dehydration or dog.”
“Everything has to go very fast.”
“That was kind.”