Frankenhooker (1990) is on the Criterion Slate of 90’s horror films this year.

I don’t think I can watch it. And not just because it’s awful Henlotter trash (meant lovingly).

At the end of the film, the protoganist wakes to find himself transformed into a woman (in the most 😝 way possible).

Twelve year-old me was deeply disturbed. Not at the transformation, but at the protagonist’s horrified reaction to the change—how could anyone be upset by something so wonderful?