Carrie (1976) Directed by Brian De Palma

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Tbh, I’m grossed out by the gratuitous nudity in the opening scene. Even if the actresses aren’t underage, they’re supposed to be playing high school girls. And I’m not saying there shouldn’t be nudity or that it doesn’t tie in well with the Biblical themes of the narrative. All I’m saying is that only the male gaze would depict a girls’ locker room to be as explicit as that. In my own experience, even the chicks with Hawtest Bods™ just wanted to get the whole ordeal over with as soon as possible and get to the next class. High school locker rooms just aren’t Girls Gone Wild, okay?

Locker room scene aside, I do love Carrie. It holds a special, nostalgic place in my heart. My mom is a fan and enjoys randomly chanting “Plug it up! Plug it up! Plug it up!” She graduated from high school in 1976, and a weird part of me likes to pretend this was her senior prom, and she somehow made it out alive.

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𝓟.𝓢. This review was crossposted from Letterboxd because it contains actual thoughts rather than a typically facetious single-sentence remark. View all my film ratings and pointless takes on Letterboxd.