Friday night led me to this masterpiece that not only catapulted the career of the greatest director that cinema has ever known but also informed me of the dangers of cooking with Hamburger Helper. The genuine looks of terror and relief on the young lady's face really sold the gravity of the situation, and it felt like I was experiencing her ordeal along with her. The scene where the hand gripped her shoulder literally had me jumping out of my skin, and when it was just the friendly neighborhood milkman, not much could wipe the smile of relief off of my face. Except the part where the hand came back and attacked her for, like, the third time. The cliffhanger at the end was all most too much to handle, I simple cannot wait for the sequel; Man, Doughn't Mess With Pillsbury!!
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