bloody_mary raze her son sucked his toes and babbled like a child younger than the age he was, hidden by the blanket he brought from home, terrified of what we all assumed was going to be a horror film. and i'll admit i felt my arms turn to waterfowl flesh when i imagined standing in front of my bathroom mirror, chanting the name of a vengeful spirit accused of a crime she didn't commit. but there was nothing to fear. it was little more than a romantic comedy with a mean streak, named for an urban legend only referred to in_passing. the boy laughed, reached through the screen, and tossed a rag doll off a cliff in the aftermath of an unseen car crash. a maverick director in the making. 250215 what's it to you? who go blather from