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Serial Mom (1994)
Serial Mom (1994)
1994 | Comedy, Drama, Horror
"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘺𝘦𝘳?"
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵!"

𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵: 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐. Does anyone do the satirization of stuck-up suburban values as originally and/or as brutally entertaining as John Waters? Most other directors would have turned this into a threadbare lecture that refused to have any sort of fun. But here we have this beautiful concoction of B-movie theatrics, gore, pitch-perfect performances, jovial filth, rock-solid lampooning, and A1 comedy - so lovingly inspired by low-budget camp and slashers of the 60s-80s that it honestly could pass off as one in many respects. Kathleen Turner is a live wire - in one of the most religiously entertaining female performances of all time, it has a blast radius that would make a military warhead quake. This is the type of role that just demands your attention, perpetually switching between these polar opposite demeanors at the drop of a hat with expert-level talent and all game for the ensuing absurdity. Which on its own would have been enough to carry 93 minutes of fun but then the film is also super clever and uproarious without rest. Had an ear-to-ear smile on my face for most of the runtime and laughed so often that my mouth began to give out mid-laugh due to the muscles simply being too worn out from overwork. Quotable as fuck and every scene is memorable, a total killer.
  
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Jun 2, 2026  
Long before the solstice was a date on a screen, the people of Wales knew midsummer by feel, by the particular quality of the evening light, by the way the air carried the smell of meadowsweet and warm stone, by a sense that something in the land had shifted and was holding its breath.

Bonfires were kindled on hilltops in the days around the solstice, not out of superstition but out of something more like gratitude, a way of meeting the light at its fullest and sending it onward. Sacred wells were visited in the early morning hours, the water believed to carry unusual potency during the long midsummer days, capable of healing and of revealing what was ordinarily hidden. Herbs gathered in this season — vervain, St John's wort, elder flower — were thought to hold more virtue than at any other time of year.

There was also a watchfulness to these traditions, a sense that the line between this world and the world beneath or beyond it was thinner at midsummer than at almost any other point in the year. Not the dramatic thinning of winter, cold and strange, but something gentler and more dangerous, a warm, golden permeability, the kind that could lead a person astray without them ever realising they had wandered.

Wales always knew that summer has its own magic, and that it does not announce itself loudly.

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Photo of Mwnt, Ceredigion, Mid Wales