Edgar is a right fud living on Rue Morgue with no clue whatsoever when it comes to woman. He also lacks the social skills and has to rely on his playboy mate for advice. When a young chick moves in across the road from him, Edgar immediately endears himself with the audience by standing at his window watching her disrobe (and probably knocking one out in the process).
Edgar's all 'she must be mine' but his approach of 'staring at her, then running away' doesn't quite work for some reason. So, he goes to his mate and is all like 'how do I get chicks to dig me?' and his mate's all 'Y'all gotta play it cool, blood'. Edgar plays it cool by heavy duty stalking until the girl relents, goes out for dinner, then rebuffs his light-hearted sexual assault later that evening.
Taken aback, Edgar steps up his stalking methods until she relents once again. By this point Edgar's mate is all 'Bra, you gotta lay off a little' so Edgar of course does the opposite and buys the biggest diamond in the world. By this time the chick has met Edgar's mate and giving him the glad eye, but the mate is all 'bros before hos' at first, but there's only so much a playa can take before jack the one-eyed pirate wants to go looking for treasure.
Next thing you know the mate and the chick is playing tonsil hockey on the dance floor while poor, stupid Edgar fetches their jackets. The chick gets escorted home by Edgar before he once again tries to put the moves on her in a way that looks like drunken John Hurt fighting a photographer. Rebuffed again, he heads home to his favourite spot: the window where he can watch her get undressed.
At that point the mate shows up in the window and the next thing you know Edgar's blowing a gasket as his mate is getting some and he ain't. It's also implied here that Edgar goes on some sort of onanistic frenzy as the next time we see him he's laid out in a chair with a blanket over his crotch.
Just in case you've been held captive in a German guy's basement for most of your life and don't know how this story turns out, Edgar kills his mate and is from then on tormented by the constant beating of his dead mate's heart, but will the police and the chick find the body with the help of a black cat and the entire house of Usher and Arthur Gordon Pym? Yes, yes they do, as you know already.
We're all familiar with Edgar Allan Poe's 'Tell Tale' series (Tell Tale Heart, Tell Tale Japanese Love Eggs, Tell Tale Danny Dyer) so the real question is how good is the film at telling the story? Well, Edgar's an absolute moron from the start of the film, and his mate genuinely makes an effort to distance himself from the upcoming love disaster, so aye it's not bad
Edgar's all 'she must be mine' but his approach of 'staring at her, then running away' doesn't quite work for some reason. So, he goes to his mate and is all like 'how do I get chicks to dig me?' and his mate's all 'Y'all gotta play it cool, blood'. Edgar plays it cool by heavy duty stalking until the girl relents, goes out for dinner, then rebuffs his light-hearted sexual assault later that evening.
Taken aback, Edgar steps up his stalking methods until she relents once again. By this point Edgar's mate is all 'Bra, you gotta lay off a little' so Edgar of course does the opposite and buys the biggest diamond in the world. By this time the chick has met Edgar's mate and giving him the glad eye, but the mate is all 'bros before hos' at first, but there's only so much a playa can take before jack the one-eyed pirate wants to go looking for treasure.
Next thing you know the mate and the chick is playing tonsil hockey on the dance floor while poor, stupid Edgar fetches their jackets. The chick gets escorted home by Edgar before he once again tries to put the moves on her in a way that looks like drunken John Hurt fighting a photographer. Rebuffed again, he heads home to his favourite spot: the window where he can watch her get undressed.
At that point the mate shows up in the window and the next thing you know Edgar's blowing a gasket as his mate is getting some and he ain't. It's also implied here that Edgar goes on some sort of onanistic frenzy as the next time we see him he's laid out in a chair with a blanket over his crotch.
Just in case you've been held captive in a German guy's basement for most of your life and don't know how this story turns out, Edgar kills his mate and is from then on tormented by the constant beating of his dead mate's heart, but will the police and the chick find the body with the help of a black cat and the entire house of Usher and Arthur Gordon Pym? Yes, yes they do, as you know already.
We're all familiar with Edgar Allan Poe's 'Tell Tale' series (Tell Tale Heart, Tell Tale Japanese Love Eggs, Tell Tale Danny Dyer) so the real question is how good is the film at telling the story? Well, Edgar's an absolute moron from the start of the film, and his mate genuinely makes an effort to distance himself from the upcoming love disaster, so aye it's not bad