Paul Reubens in South of Heaven West of Hell

I’m not saying you don’t wear it well. I’m just saying you shouldn’t do it again.

Whtlal

They’re ghosts now?!

This movie is throwing ghosts at me? Who’s a ghost and who’s not?

I’m pretty sure that Peter Fonda may actually be drunk in this.

I cannot stress enough how much no one should watch this movie.

I’d make some cute joke about how I hope Paul is grateful for what I go through for him but I think I’d be doing him a bigger favor by forgetting this movie exists.

What the fuck? This is some wife of bath shit here.

Nobody watch this movie.

I’d say I’m kinkshaming this movie but I started that back when it was revealed that the main character used to belong to a gang of marauding bandits that were led by an old guy they all called “Daddy”.

This movie is icky.

Oh my god what is wrong with Bud Cort’s face?

I have no idea why Paul Reubens is in this movie and based on his first line read, neither does he.

Dwight, Dwight, Dwight. I realize that, being a country western singer, you probably didn’t know how to properly write a script, direct a movie, or star in a leading role, though figuring those things out might have been helpful BEFORE you made your movie.

However

Surely as a musician you would have had an inkling that maybe playing childish music box tunes over the start of a shootout was a bad idea?

I have no idea what is going on. I don’t even think this movie knows what’s going on.

Am I in a different movie than I was 2 minutes ago?