The Two Faces of Dr. Jekyll McSh*tFace
This is my review for the film: The Two Faces of Dr. Jekyll McShitFace.
Enjoy.
Tagging @christopherleefan because I think you might enjoy this? Also, I wrote a fic for Taste of Fear (or Scream of Fear for us Americans), and you can expect one for this film as well.
Pre-face: Okay, okay……………………………… Let me compose myself.
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Alright, hit the play button.
London 1874 – I paused just to be sure this was the actual date when the book was written.
It was originally published in 1886.
We’re off to a roaring start.
Ew. Children.
Playing in a garden, yep, this is about what I remember.
Little boy shoves girl’s flowers to the ground, and McShitFace talks about “dumb human animals” when referring to children. We agree on that, at least.
“Play out when they cannot speak out.” Jekyll McShitFace suggests they’ve mentally blocked the ability to speak, due to the fact that they are letting another part of them be free to express itself…. What a load of garbage.
You resigned? Here I thought they fired you for being a creep. The fact that Ernst believes he really is a genius makes me want to punch something.
They’ve been married for six years??
No servants, no friends, and Jekyll has cut all professional ties to study the mind… Like a madman. Yeah, I can see Kitty hating this.
Beyond Good and Evil? Beyond the reach of society?
“A very dangerous man, my friend.” No shit, Ernst. Jekyll is suggesting the ‘higher man’ is the one within, while Ernst suggests that the weaker man maybe the ‘evil’ one. Or what we deem ‘evil’. Jekyll, like some, has come to some crackpot conclusion that by drawing out the ‘evil’ man, the ‘weaker’ man within him, that he can isolate and destroy him… Or something to that effect.
Jekyll never answers Ernst when he asks if he’s used it on anything other than a monkey and I find that telling.
Paul is here. Ernst is leaving.
Jekyll is quite charitable to Paul, if nothing else, and Kitty is putting up a marvelous front. Kitty even tries to get him to spend time with her here, but I have a feeling she knows where this is going. She’s probably done this a million times. This is another for the till.
I can tell Kitty is tired of this. Jekyll spends night and day in the lab. All the time. Yeah, that’d wear on most women. Considering the time period, this is all very strange. Then again, this is a ‘Strange Case’, or it was supposed to be.
Kitty telling him about Jekyll shouting to himself in his room, along with a strange voice that wasn’t his own, for an entire night… “Married to a man of great talent.” Ernst, my dude…
Kitty’s asking if he is insane enough to be sent away. Ernst says he isn’t: “we must both try to help him.” Right.
Christopher Lee! Damnit, he’s so tall. How tall is this actress?
They’re so cute. Terrible, but cute.
The top of her head reaches his nose or so. He’s a damn good kisser…
Kitty looks lovely in blue.
And is an extrovert.
Jekyll is an introvert.
Still hate him.
Don’t bash the girl for liking to go out. Or ask her to: “take the evening off”.
“I need you tonight, Kitty. Stay.” That’s not creepy. After years of being ignored, that’s not creepy in the slightest.
Okay, this might be just me, but… I see Kitty’s perspective. I sort of see Jekyll’s? It’s a grey area. I’ve paused it to explain my reasoning –
Kitty, is an extrovert, as I’ve stated. She gets her energy from going out, being around people, and having a good time. That’s great. Good for her, you have fun girl, and take your boytoy (he really is, as often as he gets in money trouble) with you. Jekyll is decidedly not. To say they are incompatible would be an understatement.
Kitty is the type of woman who glows under attention, who craves it from both her partner and others. But mostly, her partner. Enter Paul, who’s proven to be attached to her mostly through money, but there’s so much more there. Again, I love these two, because they’re so terribly flawed, but so clearly in love.
Jekyll, meanwhile, cut all attachment to “live like a hermit in the center of London”. Ernst’s words straight from the beginning of the film. I bet you Kitty was stifled, for years, before Paul came along. Now, not much is revealed of the how Jekyll became friends with him, when he did, or even why he did, but I want to bet it was during University or something. That seems the most likely theory, given Jekyll’s nature.
The Jekyll side is a bit more convoluted. Again, I don’t think Kitty is being unfair here. There’s no telling how long she stayed lonely, cooped up in that house (reference back to when Ernst talked about no friends, no company, and no servants), and was just… bored, sad, and upset.
Ernst even mentioned the house being ‘in ruins’.
She calls him selfish for making it such an issue. I get the feeling he sort of deserves it. Also, she’s in love with Paul now, so that adds another layer to their relationship not working and being incredibly strained.
“I’m not going to insult my friends for the sake of your whims.” Is what her argument amounted to. Again, the movie is making her sound like the selfish one, but you really have to take into account the history, nature, and aspects of each character. In doing so, I don’t really think she is. I think she’s in love with another man, bound to a farce of a marriage, and is doing the best she can by not staying near her creepy husband.
And yep, human experimentation time.
Yeah, go ahead McShitFace, sit at your desk and wait to become The Literal Worst.
Party time. I’m shuddering. Too. Many. People. Ew.
They’re both terrible.
I love them.
Awful.
Paul complains of being bored, and yet she is bored doing the things he likes. They jab and jibe. He looks at another woman. They jab and jibe some more.
They’re bickering like they’re already married.
Get a room.
Terminate their relationship?
They bring up their attachment, again, always with the money. Kitty likes a man free of shame, Paul thinks he might lose her to a man who had even less. Hahahaha. You nerds. You’re in too deep and you both know it.
The Literal Worst has arrived. And he’s uglier than ever.
The Sphinx? That’s the name of this trash heap ballroom?
Hyde looks like a Tool. Barely two minutes on screen and he’s got the Creep Smirk going.
Hoes do not stand together, I see.
Paul and Kitty smiling at each other, having a grand old time. I love them.
Hyde showing his true colors already, by eyeing up Kitty, while dancing with another girl (though I’m pretty sure she’s a prostitute. Or just a woman who gets around, living off other men’s money). Wow, he also says some not-so-nice things to her before heading after Paul and Kitty, who’s having a hell of a time. Paul can also be a jackass –
“Don’t drink too much tonight, my darling.” She says it with such tenderness, while taking the glass from his hand.
“Cunning little kitty cat. Rather a dull husband than a drunken lover, eh?” Paul’s already slurring. He’s entered cad mode. Feel free to kick him to the curve, my dear. He deserves to nurse his hangover by himself.
She just looks disappointed.
Kitty’s creep alert is going off. Listen to it, honey. Run. Run, far away.
She’s trying to take Paul home.
Then going to dance with Hyde. Fuck. Kitty, listen to your Creep Radar.
Friendship with Kitty? Honey. No. Run. “Can I trust you?”
?? Kitty. No. Do not trust the creep.
Prostitute girl is back, claiming Hyde tried to force her, and some dude wants recompense. Kitty just wants to go home. Paul refuses to leave, to help Hyde.
Has common sense become a commodity that only Kitty is buying??
“Give the lady a few sovereigns, and there’ll be no trouble.” Yeah, sounds like a prostitute. Kitty bids them all goodnight. Paul looks sad to see her go. Should have thought about that before you acted the bastard.
Hyde tells them to go to hell and take the trollop with him. Dude dives at them, Paul knocks him out… And Hyde keeps hitting him. Paul stops him, telling him not to kill him, and then asks him if he’s ill.
“Let me alone, Jekyll. Let me alone.” Dumbass. Jekyll voice coming out of Hyde. That’s not creepy. Paul looks amused by the creep show. Hyde leaves the place, screaming, and being weird.
Lots of voice changing. This actor is actually really good. Jekyll realizes what he did, because Hyde says: “I will be back, Jekyll. I will return.”
Jekyll: “Never. Never.”
So he knows this was a bad idea?
Goes into Kitty’s room, whose reading, and she starts talking about her ‘party’. She wants to go to sleep. Jekyll still comes closer, being a creep. Creep Radar is blaring.
“I need you, Kitty. I need you desperately.” And he comes in, trying to kiss at her, mouthing at her neck. Like a creep. I know this is a parallel to later in the film (yeah, it’s terrible), when Hyde is in control, but I still hate this.
I had to pause during the next scene to do a deep character analysis –
Kitty pushes him off, telling him she’s tired, and even says “please”. As if she should have to beg him to keep his damn creep hands to himself. He still has a wild, crazy look in his eye, and asks: “What are you really like, Kitty?”
“I’m your wife, that’s all I am.” She answers it with such evenness, barely disturbed, and it reminds me of what Paul said to her –
“From perfect wife to perfect mistress, and back again to perfect wife.”
This movie has a lot to do with the masks we wear. We change them, depending on who we’re talking to: family, friends, strangers, lovers, etc. All the different relationships we have require a mask, shadowing the core of who we are, because letting someone see everything of ourselves is too terrifying to consider. We don’t show our true selves out of fear, pride, or some other convoluted mixture of emotions.
However, every mask has a basis, a template of origin.
I feel as if, at some point, Kitty really did love Jekyll. She must have. She married him not for his intelligence, not for his money, but because she genuinely loved him. Kitty loves too deeply, too strongly, and has all the hallmarks of a woman who has been burned by that depth of attachment.
“It’s my fault, a woman who shows her feelings always loses dignity.” Kitty says this during the first bit of the dance she has with Paul, which reveals so much of her character. She doesn’t look at him when she says it, the pain of her admittance is too much, and she shies away from anyone witnessing it. Even Paul.
Her relationship with Paul is strained right now. It’s weird. It seems like neither of them knows where it’s going, too afraid to continue, but even more horrified by the prospect of letting the other go.
When speaking of breaking their ‘arrangement’ (look up ‘affair’ in the dictionary), Kitty suggested Paul wouldn’t be able to get along financially without her. Paul rebuffed her, saying that Jekyll and he had been friends for years, and she was just his dutiful wife… despising him.
There’s an ease between them that feels years old, yet I doubt it was from the get-go of hers and Jekyll’s marriage. No, she probably did hate him quite a bit, in the beginning. But there’s a thin line between love and hate, one that can be crossed with loneliness. I like to think it was physical at first, a build up of tension between a woman caged in a house, and watching this man go out and spend her husband’s money.
It was probably Paul who convinced her to come out with him one evening. Fuck it. Jekyll wants to stay in his lab all night? Well, why should you stay too? Kitty probably said no at first. Why would she go out with this smarmy bastard, who gambles, who sleeps with anything that has legs, and drinks himself silly? But then there’s the wanting, the listening to her husband tinker away, watching life go by without her…
She probably went to Jekyll. She tried to talk to him, have dinner with her in the house that night. Without any servants, she’s learned to cook. He makes a point of trying to be nice but talks about his work… Always his work. She asks him to kiss her, as if that’s something she should have to nearly beg for. And what did he do? On the verge of some great breakthrough?
“Not right now, Kitty. I’m busy.”
Kitty, who is strong, vibrant, and beautiful, is not enough to stir a man from the wake of progress. From pride.
Humiliation and defeat, a loathing that breaks through love, stuffs her chest and nearly throttles her on the spot. Retreating, glassy eyed to her room. She probably cried, mourning her broken heart.
After that, she demands to go with Paul.
There’s probably a touch of shock, then a knowing smirk. He’s probably seen lots of women with husbands who ignore them, falling into his kind of life, dancing and drinking and laughing their nights away.
He’s not ready for this one.
Alright, hitting play again –
“But the woman inside of you, is that woman my wife?”
No. No, she’s not. She belongs with Paul.
Stop shaking her. She’s right. Get out.
Take your: “Who am I?”s and get the fuck out.
Cut to Paul being a cad again. Ugh. Go home to Kitty, you absolute tool bag.
He and Hyde are sitting at a table in The Sphinx with two bimbos. Wonderful.
Hyde is a creep. I will say that no less than ten times in this review. I probably already have.
The fuck is this?
They’re doing something weird.
Really weird.
A snake charmer dance.
Am I to assume they wish us to believe that snake is venomous?
Okay, to be fair, all snakes and spiders are venomous, but the potency of their venom varies in such a way that they effect most human bodies on different levels. I say ‘most’ because you can be allergic to something, and receive a far more harrowing experience than 98% of the population.
However, that does not excuse the fact that the creature in question is a ball python and is therefore basically harmless. Minus some swelling and bruising.
I had to pause to write that, okay, playing again –
Yeah, this poor animal is being abused by being forced into a ‘sensual dance’ with this woman. ‘Tigress’, they call her, kill me now. Paul says she’s exclusive to the elite. Kill me twice over. This dance is the worst. That poor snake is confused.
Paul is looking worriedly at Hyde as he stares, transfixed, at this woman. Dude, he wants to get bitch slapped, let him.
Christopher Lee’s eyebrows are doing things to me. Paul is the real eye candy in this shit show.
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That poor animal.
Tell me that was fake.
She did not really put that poor creature’s head in her mouth.
This is abuse.
Not to mention, really gross. Salmonella, and a million other diseases could potentially exist on the skin of a reptile. Do not handle reptiles and then touch your face, or eat, or put any part of their body inside your mouth. Wash hands after handling, thank you.
Disgusting.
And people are clapping. And cheering.
Is this what passes for ‘exotic’ in the 1700s????
Maybe it’s my modern cynicism, but I am not impressed. I am shuddering in revulsion.
Mostly because of the snake in mouth bit.
Gods.
End me.
I’m about to shriek.
“Forget it, dear boy. She’s not in the prep-school class. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
Paul. Paul.
Have you ever considered:
She’s blind.
You’re gorgeous.
And you have a gorgeous woman waiting on you at home.
Why do you bother with the bimbos?
Girl on the right is pretty, okay, she’s like… an 8. Chick on the left is… also pretty, but like a 7.
Kitty is a damn 16, she blows them out of the water. There is no competition. When you’ve already had it all, why bother even looking at anything less? She gets bumped up to a 30 for the fact that she has a brain, she snarks, she jabs with the best of them, and is not afraid to leave you to your well-deserved hangover.
I will fight for Kitty’s honor.
Paul. I’m about to throw down.
He calls the dancer over – Maria – and I can already tell he’s going to –
Yep. Be a bastard.
“She only uses Christian names in bed.”
He deserved that drink to the face.
Even Hyde looks surprised. Then impressed.
Pft – HA! I have to quote this:
“Well, ladies, it seems that I must entertain you both.” He says, while soaked with what one can assume is scotch. “I trust that you will not be too disappointed.” Girl on the right looks like she expects to be disappointed. Ms. Left has her game face on.
“Oh, we’ll just have to manage.” Left is already up and at it.
“Somehow or other.” Right is playing along for now.
“Thank you for your confidence.” Paul’s reply does not sound confident in the slightest. He follows them through a curtain doorway. I’d say, ‘poor bastard’, but he doesn’t deserve my sympathy right now.
Hyde is creeping on Maria now.
“Keep away from him, he is dangerous.”
Yeah. To medium sized rodents.
Actually, considering Hyde is nothing more than a big, smelly, greasy, slimy rat –
Nah, wouldn’t want to give the poor thing indigestion.
“Your friend talked to me like a common whore.”
I assumed you two knew each other? I don’t know, they are weird and vague on that. Alan says he’s tried, then claims what names she uses in bed, and she did throw the drink on him afterwards. I’ve no idea.
I will give this to Hyde: He is a smooth talker. He is also, however, still a bastard.
And the makeup they used on this actress is not flattering at all. I’ve seen pictures of her, and she was beautiful. They somehow made her look hideous. ‘Impertinent’ is a word, though not quite the one I would use for this piece of garbage.
I love putting subtitles on. They’re so dumb.
(Soft sensual music) my ass.
Of course they shag. Why wouldn’t they?
She’s given him an in, now… “You do not buy, you do not beg.” A man who ‘takes’. No, do not give him that.
“A nice, cold wife.” I’m so furious.
They do have a servant! An old woman. Probably a concession after years.
“Mr. Hyde.” Creep.
‘Nanny’.
“Lately, this house has become unused to visitors.”
“The wife of a recluse…”
Trying to sweet talk a woman in love will not go over well for you.
Paul’s??? Paul’s friendship. What a save.
“The question of trespass hardly arises. Mr. Allen has no property rights in me.”
And as for Henry: “Henry leads his own life. He doesn’t seek my approval, and I don’t seek his. Is that wrong?”
OOOOOOFFFFF.
Sweet talk till you talk like that.
“To the boredom of being a neglected wife, and the humiliation of being a rejected mistress.”
It almost felt like she was into the flirting till he said that, but I still get the feeling she wouldn’t have slept with him. You can enjoy flirting, some people do it for a living, but not the act that comes after. As I said before, Kitty wears many masks. This one is short-lived. Hyde has insulted her, and the change in her demeanor is like a switch.
Kitty loves too deeply, to be reminded of her first failing, and the possibility of her loss of Paul is a kick in the teeth. Is she not worth loving? Is science, money, knowledge, other women – is she just no match? Can she have nothing out of this?
“I must say, you are honest. A trifle obvious, perhaps, but honest.” And too close to the surface, too close to the proverbial nail. Kitty is genuinely afraid of losing Paul, and it shows. She’s clinging onto something she feels she can’t hold onto, whether for her already damaged pride or because she doesn’t want to be hurt again. Her face only really started to shift when he said mistress.
“My great affair has already begun.” She’s pulling herself so easily from his arms. He talks about great love since he felt her in his arms, and she just turns away with this casual walk of a knowing woman.
“It was well advanced before ever you appeared on the scene.” She looks almost proud, though there’s still this edge to her. She expects it to crash and burn. She’s just waiting for it.
“I wonder what is the special quality in a man as weak, unscrupulous, and utterly unreliable as Paul Allen?” This really bothers him. Hyde is essentially Jekyll unchained, a copy of the inner, dark urges of one man laid bare, and given free run of the place… And he’s a total rat bastard.
And Kitty is smiling. Kitty is overjoyed.
“I don’t question your description, Mr. Hyde.” She’s radiating with delight. Even that description of Paul in all his awful glory stirs nothing but happiness in her.
“Well then, but why…” And he’s reaching for her, stroking his fingers over her back. It’s this odd mimicry of how Jekyll tried to hold her that night. Ugh.
“I merely happen to love him.” Yes! SHE SAID IT!
“Love? Love is an idiocy!” And she’s laughing again. I’m beginning to believe Kitty uses laughter to cover her pain. Hyde/Jekyll McShitFace uses rage.
“An idiocy of mine, perhaps, but a fact.” Then we get this beautiful close up of her face, the vindication with which she says it has me living –
“I love Paul Allen.” Love, you must be so blind and so wonderful.
(Ominous music). As Hyde descends back to his basement to turn back into Jekyll. Back to the sewer, your garbage monster.
Ernst is here. Okay, something weird is happening again. Jekyll has a heightened metabolism. Probably from sustaining two rat bastards instead of one. I’ve no idea how much time has elapsed, but quite a bit I’m guessing. A week? A month? Another year? Nah, probably more like a week or so.
Jekyll’s life is “burning out at a much faster rate.”
Kitty is fed up with being Paul’s ‘bank clerk’. Yeah, let’s bring Henry into this. ‘Let him deal with life’s little problems and leave us its gaiety’? You are a cad. Why do you love him again, Kitty? You can do better.
She’s sick of being used.
“How can you talk of our love in this way?” Love? Is this the first time you bring it up to her? While asking for money? Aklsjdfkasjdf
Men are annoying.
“You hypocrite!” Thank you.
Debts of honor, my pale ass.
He’s going to Henry.
Ernst knows he’s addicted to something. He says it’s more damning, whatever it is.
At least Paul is honest. Jekyll is being cold to him now. He knows about him and Kitty now. He goes back to his work desk. ‘Going away’. Right. Run.
Paul gets nothing. Notes something must be wrong with him.
Kitty is worried about Paul now.
And fuck – Jekyll is giving full power of his shit to Hyde. His estate, his money, his assets, everything goes to Hyde. This happened in the book, of course, but this completely cuts Kitty off as well.
Also, he even says he’s using Hyde to ‘learn all he can’. You pretty much know it all. Kitty, your wife, is in love with your ‘friend’, Paul. It’s not that hard. You’ve effectively been gaslighting them from the beginning.
“For do I want to return to a life of frustrated isolation and loveless misery?”
I.
I have…
So many problems with this statement alone.
You left your wife, even said it yourself, neglected. For years. So much so, that she’s alone as well. Of course she searched for something beyond you, when you chose to isolate yourself first… And you know what? I’m happy for Kitty, she found something, someone to love and love her in return. Is it perfect? No, but –
Anything and everything can be traced back to you, you sorry sack of literal shit. I’m about to lose it. He’s reaping what he’s sewn, and now he’s trying to escape it.
I’m so pissed off.
He drinks more stuff. Great. The return of The Literal Worst is upon us.
Wow… Never heard Christopher Lee say that before –
“Damn bad luck you’ve been having, I hear, Allen, old man.” Some man comments on the state of Paul’s life, which has gone to hell in a handbasket.
“Damn bad luck.” Paul’s agreement seems to taste as bad as the cigarette he’s smoking. I wonder how many are his, in that overflowing mound of ash and stumps, at the center of the table.
“Oh, well, luck’s a bitch, old boy.” Not sure that was a saying yet, but maybe this is the one that starts the trend.
“Oh, I shouldn’t think so.” Paul looking like he’d like to swallow down the rest of the decanter on the table, with Hyde being the creep that just walked in. “I’ve always had the best possible luck with bitches.”
I just about spit my tea. Not even kidding.
“Almost always, anyway.”
You’re terrible. Kitty should leave without either of you.
How is this review over 4K words? Who’s still reading this?
“Women aren’t a weakness they’re a recurrent necessity.” Paul. Paul. What are you doing?
‘Oldest mistress’.
Paul. You’re awful with money and it’s obvious.
They’re going to go out on the town. Like bastards. Hyde is The Literal Worst.
Snap shots of London’s underbelly during the 1700s… Brawling, lots of drinking and bad singing, and… smoking? Opium? Hooka? Who the fuck knows anymore.
Paul’s out. Hyde is doing the 100-yard Creep Stare.
Paul is out making debts again. ‘Honorable’ ones, at least.
Now he’s out of ideas. It’s been a week. He spent all that money – 5,000 in a week. Ouch. “But you, are a fool.” We agree on that. That is the only thing Hyde, and I will ever agree on.
“And I’ll try Kitty.”
Ha.
Haha.
You can see the wheels turning unpleasantly in Paul’s head. His brow is doing that furrowed thing when he’s confused.
“What the devil do you mean, Hyde?” You know what he means, you just don’t want him to go on. You’re hoping he doesn’t mean what you think he means.
“Well, that should be simple enough for even you to understand.” Again, insulting people while mixing in kind words, though his next ones are far from kind: “I am telling you to obtain your mistress for me.”
Paul is rising out of his chair. His brow is still doing that furrowed thing, but it has gotten even deeper. The rage is coming, a wave that was slow to foam, but quick to rise.
“You unspeakable devil.” There’s still some disbelief, but there’s no denying the shock.
Hyde is doing the creep laugh with a – “How very amusing.” Now you can see the anger, it’s chiseling its way into his features, hard and sharp.
“Paul Allen, breaker of every law in the moral code, is shocked into morality.”
Full blown: I’d punch the ever-living hell out of you. I’m about to.
“You vile, disgusting degenerate.” His lips are quivering. He’s barely holding it together.
“Be rational, my friend.” You’re pushing him far beyond ‘rational’. “I’m asking for the temporary loan of a proven adulteress, of whom you yourself have grown somewhat tired.”
First of all: fuck you. Second of all: Kitty already said he has no property rights to her.
“You go back to hell!” Paul. Punch. Him.
Oh… Wait… Yeah, he’d probably get in trouble for that. And then be sent to jail. And I doubt he wants to be in there while Kitty is out here with this lunatic. Yeah, running out before you lose it seems wise.
Still should have throttled him a bit.
Now what is The Literal Worst doing? Going back to the house…
And sneaking into Kitty’s room. You creep. I’ve never wished to jump through a television screen more.
They only have one servant, ‘Nanny’, is her name.
He’s blackmailing her. With Paul’s notes. Fuck. ‘Buy him back’.
She’s laughing. Yes, that is Kitty’s response to being uncomfortable.
“You utterly repel me.” YES! Go girl! She laughs as he storms out, tossing the notes away. Then she closes and locks the door, pressing her back to it. She was probably more than a little terrified.
Hyde assaults a homeless man, shoving him down, and steps over him. That was in the book… Then back to some cesspit that Paul showed him.
There’s something weird going on here with Hyde and this girl.
Cut to Kitty and Paul snuggling. And kissing. This is the quality content I came for. He’s wearing the same shirt from earlier… Which means he probably took a good long walk, had a small conniption, and then went straight to her.
“Why does love make us behave so hatefully to one another?” Yeah, well, Paul has been the terrible one here.
“Because we’re cowards, my darling. We want everything.” I’m not sure what Paul’s deal is, why he is the way he is… He could just be an ivy league guy who grew up, not knowing how to handle money, he might not come with as much baggage as the rest of them.
Why can’t they just be happy and cute?
Go away? Start a new life? Yeah, do that.
Right now.
Leave.
Before Jekyll McShitFace gets back.
Ah, they planned to mug Hyde, using the girl as a means to dupe him. Seems about right. Also deserved.
Ah, Kitty is leaving Jekyll. About bloody time. Also, the wrong time, considering the whole Hyde business.
Jekyll has destroyed his drugs, though admits that Hyde’s grip is too powerful. Right. As if Ernst didn’t warn you it was an addiction. “No degeneracy is low enough to satisfy him.” You mean you, right? Because, he is, after all, you.
The kids are back in the garden. This can only end well.
Oh, they’re leaving. Good…
Paul and Kitty are making out again. Good for them.
Jekyll shoved a kid. Bad for him.
Same little girl who’s always trying to give him flowers. Yeah, he’s losing it. Rushing back into lab to pen a last will and testament one can hope –
Nope, no such luck.
‘Exorcise him’. Right.
Handwriting switch. Interesting.
Paul admitting to Kitty he’s in trouble with Hyde.
If looks could kill.
Hyde lures them with an invitation from Jekyll, about their last evening together being ‘gay’.
Kitty doesn’t want to go, she’s frightened. Listen to your gut.
Paul wants to stay, because they think he’ll settle. Kitty agrees.
Fuck.
Cabaret. Ugh.
Someone get me out of here. Lots of underwear. This is painful.
Hyde making plans to meet with Maria before meeting with Paul and Kitty, who’s dressed for a funeral. Paul. Don’t. Go. Of course, he does.
Up to Maria’s room. Piss it.
More cabaret. I’ll hand it to you ladies; you can cartwheel and front flip. That is impressive. Also, I’m completely serious, because the amount of muscles it takes to do that are insane. Flexibility is also key. Congrats ladies.
Paul meets with Hyde.
“Surely we can keep Kitty out of this.” He knows something’s up and didn’t want to involve her. Smart, but also stupid.
“Hardly.” Hyde’s reply sets my teeth on edge.
Paul. Don’t go into that room. To meet him in private. Fuck me. Backwards. Paul.
A ball python. How dangerous. Paul. There’s a table right there. Squish the fucker. I mean, I’m against animal cruelty, but in the case of the story, that thing is supposed to be deadly. Squish. Squish. Otherwise, leave him the fudge alone and he’ll leave you alone.
Kitty… Don’t go with the creepy man. Listen to your Creep Radar.
Paul’s dead. Kitty doesn’t deserve this. Don’t –
I hate this. I hate this. Paul is literally dead in the other room.
I’m writing so much fix-it fic for this, you won’t believe.
This review is 18 pages long. If you’ve made it this far, may the gods have mercy on you, because my wrath at this point is endless.
Maria is in Jekyll’s house. He told her to go back to that house, put on Kitty’s clothes –
“The pattern of justice is complete.”
Rot. In. Hell.
Paul and Kitty deserved better. They deserved each other.
Kitty waking up, gods’ I hate this. She’s a wreck. Her hair, her clothes… You can tell she’s about to be sick. She’s barely holding it together. There’s a fucking note… A note leading her to the snake… She finds Paul dead. She’s already shellshocked. Out onto the balcony…
“Paul.” Her last word.
She plummets over the balcony, through the glass roof, and –
Cut to Maria saying: “I love you Edward.”
“I can’t love.” We can agree on two things. Those two things.
“I must be free.” Right before murdering Maria.
Jekyll finally takes back over, rightfully horrified, and runs back to his lab. With three corpses under his belt.
What an interesting mirror effect…
“Why must you destroy?”
“I must be free.”
Then we go back-and-forth, about who murdered, who revenged, and who was wronged. They weren’t in Hyde’s way, but Jekyll was. He doesn’t ‘feel’. Yeah, right…
Hyde is every dark, terrible impulse Jekyll has had, given life and form. His desire to be free, to run rampant, has been a desire of Jekyll’s since the beginning. Free the beast so he could kill it… Then proceeded to twist it to gaslight his wife, his friend, and everyone else. He was living a life, a lie, a sham. The desire for freedom from persecution for our desires, to be allowed to do what we want, when we want, without judgement has been an overarching theme in all of society. People are persecuted for what pronouns they want to use, for how they eat, how they dress, how they talk –
However, because Hyde is merely a reflection, one can assume his desire for freedom is mirrored in Jekyll’s continued desire for the same. Jekyll wants to continue to exist, so Hyde must desire to exist in turn. He’s still composed completely of Jekyll’s desires.
He says he doesn’t feel, yet there is a desperation, a fear in his voice when he says: “You must lose, Jekyll.” Because he’s afraid he won’t. He’s horrified by the idea of being trapped forever, of their relation being found out…
Cut to Inspector being on the case at The Sphinx.
Wow, a lady in gentleman’s clothing runs The Sphinx. Nice.
Jekyll trying to leave a letter to Ernst. Yeah, that’ll go over well. He calls a street cleaner over to take his note to Ernst, but of course, Hyde has to upset that plan.
Again, I give props to the actor for the massive amount of voice switching, and playing the ‘tortured’ scientist, and the King of the Creeps.
Hyde is about to kill this street cleaner. Mate, why did you come into this guy’s house to randomly move something for him? He shoots him in the back, of course…
The Inspector arrives! Not in time…
Hyde is about to torch the place. Of course he is.
He puts up a performance for the police, saying Jekyll is nuts… Whole place is on fire, with street cleaner acting as a sub-in for the body of Jekyll.
I swear, if this fucker gets away with this, I will riot.
Is nobody seeing the Creepiest Grin of the Century?
No, of course not, they’re trying to fight a raging fire.
And of course, there’s a court hearing over the whole thing. Jekyll went nuts. True. He was addicted to drugs. Also true, though it’s not any kind ever seen before. Sought vengeance for imagined slights. True again.
“Fortunate to have escaped – “
Screw you.
Death by suicide. If only.
Do not tell me this is how this movie ends.
“A fine man. A fine – “
Shut up Ernst.
“The higher man.” Shut your face hole, Hyde.
Jekyll is coming out.
“I must leave immediately.” Oh no, you don’t, you bastard.
“Help me.” Keep talking, Jekyll. Get out of there. Confess. You deserve it.
Lots of struggling here. Again, props to the actor.
Inspector, Ernst, and everyone are watching. Do it now, you bastard.
He turned back into Jekyll!
Finally! You did something useful!
He looks really old. Apparently being Hyde aged him decades.
You can still rot in hell.
“I have destroyed him.”
“And yourself, my poor friend.”
“Only I could destroy him.” Dramatic pause. “And I have.”
He’s arrested.
Abrupt Hammer Horror Ending.
Kitty and Paul deserved better.
This review is 20 pages long, over 6K words, and it took me 4 hours to get through it because I kept pausing and rewinding to quote.
You’re welcome.
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Aria Ending 3
Aria’s only survival ending, it’s here!!! Got say all the right things in order for Aria to grow just a little too attached to you. She doesn’t love you by any means, and she still won’t let you near Chris for any reason, but she can’t bring herself to kill you either! It’s the best you’re ever going to get from her XD
Since Chris has nothing good to say, you just walk out, not wanting to see his face any more… and he doesn’t even try to stop you. As you go out to your car, you realize that Aria’s car is still parked just down the street- why is she still hanging around?! That’s the final straw- you storm over to the car, wanting some answers from her. Too late you realize that she isn’t even in the car and before you can look around for her, someone comes up behind you and cracks you over the head with something hard. You slump to the ground and Aria is standing over you, ask her “What do you want?” because she just assaulted you (purple heart). She says that she just wants to talk with you but you can hear the venom in her voice. You can’t believe that she really wants to talk but you can’t stand up and walk away… so you just sit on the ground and she assures you that the conversation is long overdue. She says you need to learn how to treat people with basic human decency. That’s the point when your eyes get too heavy and you pass out. You vaguely hear her say something about being treated like shit before everything goes completely black.
Eventually you regain consciousness, the knock to the head didn’t kill you after all; when you open your eyes, you’re in an unfamiliar basement, sore and in pain. Aria is standing in front of you, already pissed that you’ve taken so long to wake up. And she goes right into the spiel, talking about how she’s ready for her clothes to get dirty because she’s going to be fucking you up. She is angry with you in a way you’ve never seen… the two of you have been beyond catty with you in the past but you never imagined it all culminating into this… Aria is going to murder you in her basement… but first she wants to talk, to finish the conversation that you started on the sidewalk. You aren’t dumb, she loves Chris, it’s beyond obvious, and it’s no secret that your marriage is going through a tough time. It’s obvious what she wants to talk about- “is this about Chris?” She nods, glad that you’re at least smart enough to grasp that, she’s actually surprised by it (dark blue heart). She asks if you even realize that you’ve mistreated Chris, you probably don’t think so. This time you stay silent, knowing that there is no right answer… although she doesn’t like your silence at all. Aria rushes forward and for a moment you’re scared she’s going to hit you, but she doesn’t, her hands stay clenched by her sides. She says she’s going to enlighten you- she knows all about the pain you’ve put him through, all the shit he’s had to put up with. She’s tired of it! Suddenly there’s a hammer in her hand and she’s stepping closer to you, ordering you to stick out your legs.
You can tell that she’s not fucking around… so -do it- to keep her calm. She’s pleased with your choice, telling you it would be inconvenient if you managed to get free of your restraints, so she’s just taking a few precautions (light blue heart). She wants you to stay down in the basement with the rest of her trash! Aria holds your knee and slams the hammer down onto your foot. You hear bones crunch under the metal head and bruises form almost immediately. There’s no holding back the screams, it really fucking hurts and you trash and try to throw her off you. In response, she squeezes your broken foot and splinters the bones even more, commenting that it won’t be fun to walk on. You try your best not to cry, you don’t want her to see you cry in pain, you know she’d love that. Then she grabs your other knee. Cry out, “I’m sorry” to try and appease her. You’ve done bad things, you need to apologize for those things. That’s what she wants isn’t it, for you to be sorry? But as the seconds tick by without a response from her, you can’t help but think about Chris and all the times you didn’t apologize to him. There were a lot… Finally she speaks again- not surprisingly, she doesn’t believe you… but maybe one day she will. Call out “I want to apologize to Chris” because you don’t want to die without at least apologizing to him. He deserves that much. She doesn’t smile but she doesn’t get mad either, she just hopes that you will actually apologize (green heart). You think about your marriage again, how it hasn’t always been bad… the two of you were happy once, things just got bad for some reason… but you still love each other, right? Aria interrupts your thoughts, telling you that she doesn’t believe you’re sorry at all. And even if you are actually sorry, that isn’t enough for her, she wants you to feel pain! So she smashes your other foot as well. The pain is awful, your vision blurring from tears. You need a break, if she keeps hitting you with that hammer, you’re going to die…
You ask her to wait and she scoffs but she does actually stop… you try not to panic and say that you want to talk to her. She’s done talking though and you scramble to engage her. Chris comes to mind so just comment that, “You and Chris are really close” because how can she get mad at that topic? The first thing she replies is with that she thought about wearing one of his shirts while killing you, but she doesn’t want your blood on his shirt. She wants his clothes to be solely him. You realize just how deep her feelings run for her own brother… she even admits that no one has ever treated him right, she’s the only one- she’s the best person in the world for him. No one else understands Chris like she does- they only take advantage of him and she wants to put a stop to that. Say, “we could still be happy” because you want to believe that there’s still a chance for you two. You still love him despite how often you get mad at him. She tells you to prove it to her and you promise that you will! You ask what you’d have to do and she goes quiet… and you eventually realize that there probably isn’t anything you can do. And with that, Aria is ready to go back to the previous subject, hammer back in hand (yellow heart). She crouches over top of you and you’re terrified of what’s going to happen next.
(rape scene below, unavoidable)
Aria pulls your clothes down, hands pulling at your underwear and you can’t help but ask what she’s doing. She thinks it’s pretty obvious where it’s going as she leaves you in nothing but a shirt. You notice that she’s frowning as she looks down at you, like she’s disappointed. You flush with embarrassment at her judgment… She suddenly touches you and you yell at her to stop but she doesn’t want to. Why should she stop? You don’t want her to touch you? NO you don’t want her touching you! Aria continues to anyways, commenting that you’ve done the same thing to someone else. You tell her that it’s none of her business, that’s between you and your husband. That makes her turn nasty, her hands gripping you tightly, bruising your skin. She dares you to say that again, that it’s none of her business. Aria settles between your legs and holds up the hammer again, talking about how you always did whatever you wanted to Chris without caring about whether it felt good for him. You never even cared if he cried, as long as you were satisfied, that was all you wanted. Suddenly the rubber handle of the hammer is pushing against your opening and you struggle as you realize what’s coming next. According to her, it’s time to get back what you’ve been giving. You scream as she shoves the handle inside you, unable to form words. She clutches your hip as she pushes it in as far as she can. There’s blood on your thighs and you can feel your insides tearing; the rubber handle pulls at you despite the blood that’s coating it. She asks how it feels but you know she’s taunting you, it’s not like she’s doing it to make you feel good. She pulls it out and thrusts it back in, repeatedly as she watches your face. But you can’t form words and she’s angry that you aren’t answering her question! How. Does. It. Feel? If you aren’t answering, is it because it just feels so good you don’t want her to stop? That gets your attention and you beg for her to stop. Everything is too much and you start to cry; it just makes her call you pathetic. You hurt Chris like this for years, you can take a bit more punishment! Aria never does touch you in any way other than to pin you down, it’s just the handle that gets pushed deeper and deeper inside you. After awhile she finally pulls it out of you and you’re so tore up that it hurts to move. You notice that she’s staring at you and she doesn’t look like she’s ready to call it a night. And you’re right, she tells you that she’s just getting started.
That’s when you realize that she isn’t going to be forgiving you and she isn’t going to let you go either. And you really don’t think she really even cares about actually teaching you a lesson; she just wants to hurt you. You tell yourself again that you don’t deserve this, that it isn’t right. She was just being needlessly cruel! As she looks down at you, seeing you curl up into a ball and cry, she asks if it hurt. She taunts you, asking how it feels to be on the receiving end but you can’t answer her, all you can do is try to stifle your sobs. It makes her realize that you’re even more pathetic than she thought. There is nothing you can do that would allow her to let you near Chris ever again. You’ve hurt him so bad and she’s trying to even the score but you can’t do anything but feel sorry for yourself. She starts to walk away but it’s only to grab something else, then she’s suddenly behind you and a wire is wrapped around your neck. As the wire digs into your neck, she comments that she wished she’d done it years ago. There is blood oozing down your neck and your lungs are on fire as you try to get air… she’s pulling on the wire so tightly… Just as you feel yourself start to lose consciousness, she lets go and you suck in much needed oxygen. Aria has realized that she can’t kill you just yet, it wouldn’t be fair, it’s much too soon. You honestly aren’t sure how much more you can take, you’ve been driven to the edge already! But Aria is walking away, telling you she’ll be back tomorrow. She turns the lights off as she goes and you’re left alone, in agony but alive. Randomly you wonder how Chris is doing and if he’s even worried about you. Would he think that you just decided to run away? It’s possible… you just aren’t sure what he might think. You pass out thinking about the fact that you just want to go home.
Sometime later, your aching body wakes you back up… the lights are still off so it might still be nighttime. At the very least it means you have a bit more time before Aria comes back. As you sit up, you can’t help but wince at the pain in your wrists. Everything hurts of course but the cord has really dug into your wrists and the skin is raw and bleeding. You listen to the quiet and realize that Aria is still sleeping… decide to -go back to sleep- since you definitely need your rest. There is no way your arms have enough circulation to get free from the ties and the rest of you hurts too much to go up the stairs- your feet are still swollen and broken! Naw, you need rest more than anything… maybe something will come up later. As long as Aria doesn’t kill you right away. The concrete isn’t comfortable but you need to at least try. All too soon it’s morning and you hear loud noises- your captor is awake. You want to cover your ears but your hands are still tied and the pain makes you open your eyes. Right, basement, pissed of Aria, broken feet, all that. She sees that you’re looking at her and says good morning, voice full of fake cheer. She’s sorry the noise woke you but she’s just making preparations- she thinks you might end up staying longer than she previous thought, yay! You really don’t want to ask what she means… You do take note of what she’s gathered but it doesn’t clarify anything for you.
Aria states that she went way to easy on you yesterday, she can’t be sure that those weren’t fake tears- she hardly even touched you. It’s not like you really even know what suffering is, but she plans on fixing that. You try to argue but she talks over you, not wanting to hear whatever excuse you might come up with. At the end of the day, she knows that you haven’t suffered even a fraction of what Chris has suffered and she’s going to make sure you understand. But she does want to ask you some questions, to see if you can at least admit the truth after spending a night in her basement. What do you think you deserve? Answer her with “more than this” because after hearing her talk… you have no choice but to realize that you’re a horrible person. She laughs, saying you’re a glutton for punishment; she guesses that you’re only saying what you think she wants to hear… that won’t get you anywhere. You push that you really do mean it, you’ve reflected on all the things you’ve done to Chris… you’ve been horrible to him. You want to make it right and that’s when Aria interrupts you, getting tortured wasn’t going to make it right, it’s just what you deserve in her mind. Well then, you’re ready to get what you deserve, same thing. That shocks her into silence for a moment and you think you see a little bit of respect in her gaze before she holds up a new weapon.
It’s a flogger, with metal tips. Just looking at it makes you want to scream, you can’t image the pain that’s about to come. Aria is pleased by your reaction and assures you that you can scream all you want, in fact, she wants you to scream (orange heart). She takes off your clothes before getting starting, wanting you to feel all the pain. As her arm raises, your body tenses but it does nothing to prepare you for the pain. You scream as the barbs dig into your skin but scream again as she pulls them out in preparation to hit you again. She taunts you, asking if you want to bleed more before hitting you again. Your skin starts to welt and it hurts to breathe so you try to turn on your side but it doesn’t help at all. All the while, Aria is degrading you, berating you, about your actions… You lie there and take it, tensed up from all the hits and eventually the next hit doesn’t come… Carefully you open an eye and peer up at your captor; Aria says that she told you to scream… apparently you haven’t been living up to her expectations. The next time she hits you –scream-* as loud as you can from the pain- none of it is exaggerated. There are tears in your eyes as your brain registers all the pain and she laughs at you, loving the sound of your screams. She eventually slows down, taking time between the hits, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less… It hurts to talk, your voice is so hoarse, but after awhile -beg for more- because the pain has overwhelmed you… you want more for some unknown reason. You’re enjoying it? Maybe you’re just too broken to know the difference now.
*note-as far as I can tell, I’ve picked all the choices that hurt me the least, giving me the most health, and there is no way for me to survive not screaming here. It might just be a way to trigger the 0 health ending, for sure, just in case you never manage to drop your health to 0 on your own? I’m really not sure, but I’ve never found a way to survive, she hits you until you’re done. But it is funny to see her get mad that you’re defying her.
That catches Aria’s attention, you want more (dark orange heart)? She can definitely give you more. She drags the metal tips down your chest, snagging your torn skin, making you bleed even more. Then she warns you to take a deep breath because she wants loud screams from you now. You do as she says, screaming as loud as you can as she hits you more deliberately now, aiming carefully. You barely have a voice left now, you’ve been screaming so much now. But the pain leaves you feeling fulfilled. And you know she’s enjoying it too. Aria stops though and you look up at her, curious. She just says that it’s enough… and there’s a tone to her voice that’s different now, unfamiliar. She’s looking at you differently too. Your adrenaline starts to fade and you’re scared of what’s coming next… but then she kisses you, admitting that she’s riled up.
(sex scene below, dubious consent since you are tortured to low sanity)
She leaves for a moment and you’re lonely but when she comes back she’s naked with a strap-on around her waist. She pushes between your legs and you spread them as wide as she can, eager. You notice that she put lube on it for you and that’s a surprise. Aria seems just as eager, turning the vibration on as she pushes it inside you. You moan and gasp, wishing you could touch her as she rocks against you. You whine and get light-headed from the combination of pleasure and pain and Aria asks if it’s too much for you. You can tell that she’s mocking you though and you lean up to kiss her so she knows you want more. She tells you that she’s going to make you cum and it isn’t hard for her to push you over the edge moments later. As you black out, she comments that you are good for something after all.
You come too and it’s dark, Aria must’ve left and turned off the lights, done with you for now. Now that you’re awake, the pain and fear prevent you from falling asleep. You can’t help but wonder what might happen when she comes back- would it be worse or maybe a little better? It almost felt like Aria was starting to feel sorry for you, just a bit. But you can tell that it isn’t over yet, not by a long shot. In fact, you’re probably going to die in her basement, she’s mentioned it enough times now. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear Aria making a phone call… it’s on speakerphone and the sound is carrying all the way down to you so you guess that she wants you to hear it… It’s hard to make out everything but you get the gist of it. She’s called Chris and he’s asking about you. His words surprise you, how could he possibly be worried about you after everything you’ve done to him…? And Aria’s response is just as surprising, she sounds so gentle as she assures him that Marcus is out there looking for you. How can she sound so gentle with him after whipping the ever loving shit out of you?? It makes you realize that she really does care for him and she thinks she’s doing the right thing by hiding you away in the basement. But then Chris asks about how to divorce someone when they aren’t around to give papers to. That’s a surprise, was that why he sounded so concerned at first? Because he wants a divorce all of a sudden. Aria promises to help him figure it out since Chris is adamant that he doesn’t want to be around you anymore. And Chris ends the conversation by saying to tell Marcus to stop looking for me since it doesn’t seem like I want to be found. All it does is make you want to go home, you want to talk things over with him because you aren’t ready for things to be over. But that means you need to convince Aria of that…
You’re awake and ready for her when she finally turns the lights back on the next morning. The two of you just stare at each for a few moments, unsure of what to say. She brings up the phone call, knowing that you heard it- Chris is done with you. Aria is already prepared to get rid of you- she knows that you could just go missing and no one would ever question her over it. And just like that she stabs you in the neck with a syringe, injecting you with something… She needs you gone. Why?? I thought the two of you were connecting! Everything goes black before you can ask her anything.
Ending 3:
You have no idea what time it is, how long you’ve been out… or where you even are. But you know you’ve been moved… Suddenly someone throws you into the cold night air… you see two silhouettes. Aria is talking to some guy, talking about you… almost like she’s selling a horse… she comments that she’s beaten you pretty good but that you’re still alive, if worn out. But the guy says that he does still want you, and he sounds way too cheerful about it. He’s confident that he can find someone to buy you, no question about it. Aria thanks him and walks away, leaving you with the stranger, even though you try to call out for her. Strong hands grab you and drag you away, mentioning something about cleaning you up for showtime.
Survived- Aria sold you.
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