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I don't even know how to talk about Defilement of a Porcelain Doll without sounding unhinged. It's disturbing, yeah, but not in the loud, gory way a lot of underground horror tries to be. This one is quiet. Still. And that somehow makes it so much worse.

The atmosphere is claustrophobic, the pacing is slow and deliberate, and it all just lingers like a bad dream you can't shake. The imagery is beautiful in a really sick, broken way. Like you're watching something delicate rot in front of you.

Jonathan Doe taps into something here that's hard to explain. It's not just horror it's shame, obsession, loneliness, trauma. It feels personal, even if it's extreme. I caught myself staring at the screen like I was seeing something I shouldn't be seeing. Not because it was graphic, but because it felt too real.

This isn't for casual horror fans. It's for people who want to feel gross and sad and fascinated all at once. And if that's your thing, this film will burrow into your brain and stay there like mold in the walls.

Just watched Amanda Taylor: The Selfie Killer and I'm honestly still processing. I thought I knew the story going in I mean, we've all seen the headlines, the mugshot, the internet sensationalism. But this documentary stripped all that away and showed the person underneath the viral image. And what I saw wasn't what I expected.

Jonathan Doe didn't glorify her, and he didn't try to excuse what she did either. He just laid everything out her trauma, her obsession with death, the choices that led her to that house and let it sit there, ugly and complicated.

It made me uncomfortable more than once, and I think that's the point. It's easy to write people off as monsters when we only know them from clickbait. But this film reminds you that even the most shocking crimes come from somewhere and that "somewhere" is often years of pain no one ever bothered to look at.

It's haunting. Not because of the crime, but because of how much of her story felt like a warning we all missed. This isn't just another true crime documentary. It's something darker, sadder, and a hell of a lot more real.

I don't even know where to start with Barf Bunny. It's gross. It's absurd. It made me gag more than once-and I couldn't look away. I've never seen anything like it, and honestly, I don't think I ever will again.

Jonathan Doe has this way of pushing things just far enough to make you uncomfortable, but not in a cheap way. It's not just shock for shock's sake-there's something weirdly emotional buried under all the filth. It's like watching someone fall apart in real time, but through vomit and surreal visuals. I didn't expect to feel anything besides disgust, but somehow I walked away feeling kind of heartbroken?

It's ugly and beautiful at the same time. Not for the faint of heart, and definitely not for people who want clean, safe horror. But if you're into films that leave you feeling a little messed up afterward in a good way this one is worth it. Just... maybe don't eat before watching.