If you're weak and feverish and shaking with the chills, don't watch William Friedkin's Bug, even as a goof.All I know is I drifted off and woke up to the sight of Ashley Judd cutting bugs out of her skin with a razor. Then I fell back asleep, enjoyed a nightmare or two, and woke back up to the sight of a dude yanking his teeth out with pliers.
I'm not saying the movie wasn't good. It's not for me to say given my condition. Based on Friedkin's body of work, I'm sure he set new standards for graphic representation of paranoia.
What I am saying is this: I'm much sicker today. Correlation?
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