Frank.

When I like something I become obsessed and I try to hold on to it like a dream that's drifting away and I squeeze it, choke it until there no juice left, no substance...and then I let it go. I'm over it. But for a moment I'm like Jake Gyllenhaal in Zodiac. I need to know who the Zodiac Killer is this instant. "This instant" is key here because that's what it is: a moment something enraptures you, makes you owe it something, strokes your spine in just the right place. It demands to be touched, to be felt. 

Frank is my Zodiac Killer. Maggie Gyllenhaal, Fassbender, a pair of emo frenchies, and Bill mother fucking Weasley have stroked my spine and my fiddley-digits have never felt more electrified.
>//<I love you all.>//<

In select theaters now.