Eat, Fuck, or Kill The Killing of a Sacred Deer (2017)

Four full-grown hounds stand transparent
In the corners of the white basement.

All at once they sprint they maul a small rabbit
In the middle of the air the sterile excellence

Of walls vaults. A morning star of entrails (it
Is marvelous) twinkles between their

Democratic jaws—massacre on a mobile
Floating in the gallery / a pop-up book

In which a paper petunia flakes off of
The grommet the moment you open it.

It’s sadistic direction, I whine, until Erinrose
Texts but does [Lanthimos] even wanna fuck u

Tho. I think [Lanthimos] is more of a shame
And leave. Agree. He’s bored by roleplay.

His camera is a barrel aimed at character.
Colin Farrell as the nucleus of suspended dis

Belief is a struggle. A cardiothoracic surgeon
Kills his son and gets to split the stimulus

Check fewer ways. Nicole looks over
The bullshit and sleepy. The basement,

It’s apparent, keeps gnawing the rabbit’s magic
Bones with the bones in its invisible mouths.

“Walk” “walk” “walk,” the red gestures. The point is
Pointless wealthy impersonal violence.

Colin Farrell as Steven Murphy in The Killing of a Sacred Deer, directed by Yorgos Lanthimos.