When you go in blind to the only movie at the AMC that isn't a goddamn mega-sequel and end up going'wait, holy shit this fucks, who made this?' for two hours of dark fantasy and magical realism stuffed with practical effects and puppetry and stunning set design and costumes only to get smacked at the end by the realization that apparently we now live in the era where Bryan Fuller wrote and directed and produced a new movie and Tumblr hasn't informed me a full week after it came out. There were five people in my showing. Please see Dust Bunny this Christmas.
















