I’m not typically one for “trigger warnings,” but this week’s film is hard to watch. I’ve seen some pretty foul stuff in all the crappy B-grade horror flicks I consume, and I have, perhaps sadly, become immune to most shocking material. Just writing that sentence made me feel convicted… dang.
But my crushing Pentecostal guilt can wait until after this film review. This flick, the 2021 French black comedy Bloody Oranges (or Oranges sanguines in French) possesses some truly difficult scenes to endure. I found myself watching through my fingers at a couple of points in the film.
It’s an incredible movie, a movie I will heavily discourage most readers from watching. My parents, my aunts, Audre—don’t watch it. Read some reviews if your curiosity is piqued, but don’t watch it. Ponty, you could probably handle it, even though I know how much you hate the frogs.
