REVIEW: My Night With a Haunted Ceiling Fan - A Skinamarink Survival Story

I’ll be honest: I watch a lot of horror and I like to think that there's not much horror I don't like. And to be quite frank, I'm kind of a bi*tch. I’m the person who practically jumps out of my seat at jump scares. But then I watched Skinamarink, and now I’m currently writing this from the safety of my bathtub because it’s the only room in the house with zero "creepy corners."

If you’ve seen the trailers, you know the vibe. It’s grainy, it’s lo-fi, and it features more shots of baseboards than a Home Depot catalog. It’s a movie that asks the question, "What if your childhood home decided it hated you?"

The "Staring Contest" Horror

I spent a good portion of this film wondering if my TV was actually broken or if I was just witnessing a director who lost his mind. It turns out, staring at a fuzzy pile of Legos in the dark for three minutes is actually a great way to induce a localized panic attack. Who knew?

Is it a Masterpiece or Just... Static?

People are fighting in the trenches over this one. Half the internet thinks it's the future of horror; the other half thinks it's a very long, very dark screensaver.

I’ve spent the last 24 hours processing my feelings, questioning my sanity, and recording a deep dive into whether this movie is actually a genius work of art or just a very elaborate prank on people with anxiety. (Hint: It might be both).

See My Full Meltdown 📺

I just posted my full review where I get into the nitty-gritty of why this movie broke my brain. I won’t spoil the "ending" (if you can call it that), but I will explain why I’m never looking at a telephone the same way again.

REVIEW: I Watched Skinamarink So You Don't Have To

Come for the critique, stay for the visible bags under my eyes from a lack of sleep.