Sixty-six days on the rack.
This still from Benjamin Christensen’s 1922 pseudo-documentary Häxan accurately represents the look on my face during much of the film. Why, you ask? Because of scenes like this:
Yeah. That’s a woman giving birth to the Devil’s children, which as far as I can tell means the Devil is a Brundlefly. There’s an eye-popping, mind-raping image like that roughly every three minutes in Häxan. Don’t know how reliable it is as a documentary, but as a phantasmagorical sensory assault, it’s aces.
