Being ill makes you numb and shallow. My only criterion these days for liking or not liking a movie is if I can remember seeing it. Like Twilight, which I only liked because of Kristen Stewart and the white skin (I have to admit that the boy is a hot cookie, but you will not see me drooling or fading)
I'm not sure if it actually was a good movie. The dead girl her outfits were nice though.
I felt so sorry for that poor little Sylvia in An American Crime, but die bitch, die Gerty! You are as stupid as a sheep's ass. Ellen Page rocks!
I fell asleep because major depressed by Antichrist. Though at first I was surprised to see (probably a stand in) Dafoe's dick in close up in the opening scene.
Where The Wild Things Are was good but not great. I wanted more. More joy, more pain, more sunburned images, more monsters, more everything
I think I liked Orphan the most. I always get excited and inspired by movies about weird, bad and deeply disturbed children.
For me the very best fucked up kiddo flick ever is the original Village Of The Damned. And The Omen ofcourse. And Rosemary's Baby (but that movie doesn't really counts because the baby is still in the belly). And all the good old stuff that made you really freak out. GrrrLove it!