Lot 666, a chandelier in pieces.
Those who have seen his face. . . or half his face, know that a long hallway with golden arms awaits, with a horse, and a boat to a man cave with candelabras that light themselves from the Paris sewers. And as two people who have now seen that face, we are definitely not drawing back in fear, if anything I think my sister is flushed and ready to make some "music of the night." We kick off Halloween Month with the Phantom of the Opera, certainly not a Halloween-type film, but definitively dances along the macabre and morally ambiguous line enough for there to be consideration. While Erin is applying her copious eyeshadow for her date below, Brennan is chumming it up with the masquerade group upstairs and telling them all about that time in the hostel in Montmartre. Brennan wishes Christine would just hurry the hell up going through the graveyard, the power of certain organ keys has quite the sway over our hosts, and Patrick Wilson, while a charming soul, is the most generic white man we've seen.
Phantom: "Help me make the music of the night" Erin: "Hell yes, baby!"