Yeah, that too! It was way more intriguing as a police movie with a slightly more elusive killer. That was way more unnerving.

Weapons thankfully doesn’t do that. It goes all in with its own mystery, and the explanations aren’t cheap copouts.

I’ve said that I think this is kind of a cheap way to explain away the mystery. As in, if you’ve written this intricate plot that really gets you enticed, yet all you can think of is “the Devil” as the be all end all explanation for all the things you’ve seen?

Like, Longlegs to me was very similar to Weapons in how it built up this unusual mystery.

However, then comes the third act, and I felt they kind of copped out with the mystery, funnelling it all down by saying:

“Actually, it was all linked to Satanism.”

Blitzo: *wipes tears again* … you… you really believe in me that much, huh?

Charlie: *smiles and nods* I do.

Blitzo: *sniffs and hugs her back* Thank you…

Charlie: You’re fucking incredible, Blitzo. Do you really wanna waste all of that on being some carny at a shoddy ripoff venue?

Blitzo: … no… but what else am I good at if not this?

Charlie: *kisses his forehead* You’re good at being you… and that’s not something to sneeze at.

Blitzo: Pfft… right…

Charlie: I’m SERIOUS! Look at you! You’re amazing! You’re smart! You’re creative! You go in guns blazing on just about anything you put your mind to, no matter who or what gets in your way. People tell you you can’t, but you just flip them off and do it anyway!

Charlie: I mean… I love Hell. It’s my kingdom; my home. But even I can feel that it has a tendency to wear you down.

Blitzo: *sniffs* Ain’t that the truth…

Charlie: But it doesn’t have to be that way… and I feel you’ve made me realize that better than anyone.

Charlie: *smiles sweetly* You make me happy. Just by being here, you make my day so much better whenever I have it rough… you make me laugh, you make me feel seen and appreciated…

Blitzo: As if that’s hard…

Charlie: Trust me… it doesn’t come easy.

Charlie: No no no, don’t look away; look at me… look at me…

Blitzo: *looks at her, reluctantly*

Charlie: You’re NOT a charity case. You’re my best friend… you’ve been with me for as long as I can remember… and I’m so glad you did.

Blitzo: *just looks at her*

Blitzo: … I have?

Charlie: Yes. You’ve done so much for me, just by existing. Hell… if I never met you, then who would I share this apartment with?

Blitzo: P-probably some other poor charity case…

Charlie: Blitzo… *looks him in the eyes* Look at me…

Blitzo: *looks away*

Blitzo: *wipes tears* I want to feel like I matter, Charlie… like when I die, I wanna know that I did something of worth for someone else…

Charlie: Oh, Blitzo… *hugs him*

Blitzo: *sniffs*

Charlie: If you only knew how much of a difference you’ve made in my life…

Blitzo: You shouldn’t have to do that…

Charlie: I WANT to do that! Blitzo, I really love having you as a roommate; I would do anything to make you feel at home.

Blitzo: *tears up* Then let me work, damnit! If I can’t pull my own weight, then what good am I?!

Charlie: …

Charlie: Look… you don’t need to work.

Blitzo: I do…

Charlie: No, you don’t. I got lots of money; more money than I know what to do with in my lifetime…

Blitzo: Gee, keep bragging, why don’t ya?

Charlie: I’m NOT bragging, Blitzo! I’m telling you that I have the money to support us both.