i love sick nurses. sick nurses is a candy-collated giallo-and-kruegerrand-and-just-plain -regular-crazed (i.e. nightmare on argento street word!) STP slick of a horror movie. straight turpitude on a greased slide to infini-heck. a cheerful avalanche of psychedelic misanthropy. not one person, well kinda one person, makes a moral decision in this film. i want the above poster for my house. it would be the only thing up except for neolithic hawaiian something and like lighthouse needlepoint. already it is my computer wallpaper. towards the end of a decade which has seen enough long-haired ghost revenge movies i can say that you need to see this long-haired ghost revenge movie because it is sort of like that but then wanders off pretty much directly if by wander you imply a self-administered lsd enema at like 2:30 in the afternoon in your nicest heels and tights, forgetting the kids and the dog entirely in order to transdimensionally and also really in real life roller derby into a health-care nightmare that makes exxon mishaps and anything short of the advent of udo kier look like victories for loons. just like this movie, named sick nurses for goodnessesses, my goddesses!!! desire makes bad people do worse things is good times climbing the walls, fueled by an onrushing logjam of cadavers. blurs the distinction to collapse utterficationally landmark and landfill. hooray! love, me.