Sometimes you love a movie so much that the thought of writing a review of it absolutely paralyzes you, and so it went with Peter Strickland's new one called Flux Gourmet, which I went into with lofty expectations -- y'all, know, I been posting about it for a couple of years now! -- and which it very much met. I know Strickland is very much a distinctive flavor and not to everyone's palate, but I am so on his wavelength at this point that I sometimes suspect we might have been separated at birth. And when I say separated I mean like conjoined twin shit. Anyway click on over to Pajiba where I tried to write about this movie with I have already watched three and a half times and which I love very, very, very deeply already.