Maika Monroe right here is starring in Victorian Psycho, a film I’ll by no means see however whose title does not less than make me chortle. It seems like a actuality present. We now have American Idol, and now we have Victorian Psycho, wherein twelve contestants compete to be probably the most deranged old-timey supernatural being. Challenges embody most artistic use of a ventriloquist’s dummy, trapping somebody within the household mausoleum, and an impediment course involving creaky floorboards, lightning strikes, and quite a lot of harmful candelabra. The winner will get to scare their nemesis to loss of life (I imply, if it is contemporaneous; if it is present-day, they most likely simply win $250,000 from Sephora and a contract with Kreepy Halloween).
I’m not actually certain why Maika would voluntarily put on this, however she loves black and he or she loves sheers, so I suppose it is as on-brand as the rest. It appears as if it is snagged and ripped in a number of spots already, although. I additionally suppose she more and more seems to be like a candidate to play Gwen Stefani in a No Doubt film. Perhaps that is episode three of Victorian Psycho, as airing on Peacock: Carry out a fright as an ancestor of a well-known celeb, as if they’re crawling out of the grave. “Do not converse,” she is going to hiss, dragging herself throughout the garden to the tune of a sluggish, emo model of the verse starting, “Our memoriessssss, effectively, they are often inviting. However some are altogether mighty friiiiiightening…” Hear, it isn’t THAT a lot dumber than a few of what’s already on the air. The Mob? Please.
