for something with so many money shots this sure looks like hot garbage! prestige tv body horror — frankly everything this has to say about the Hollywood mythmaking machine and the self-conscious disposability of the image (which directly ties into what it’s attempting to say about body dysmorphia & internalized/externalized threads of misogyny) was said better in Cronenberg’s MAPS TO THE STARS. I wish I had the capacity to hate something this abjectly cruel, or better yet, love it, but the…
counterintuitive, baby, and yet we remain
oh, how painful it is to be loved, and how selfish it is to love someone else. seeing them through your own cracked image, colored by experiences and (gendered) roles we cannot escape. once we learn how to break the spell that narcissism and greed hold over us, is it too late to love wholly without the threat of pain or violence? maybe it’s just because Lynch is on my mind, but the superimpositions…
laughed quite often, a good time in the cinema, some great observational humor abt behavioral instincts and stereotypes (the Matchbox Twenty gag really got me), but I think further analysis of this would reveal it as a film made in response to your expectations. designed top to bottom to be impervious to criticism… because how can you argue *against* its obvious assertion that women should have more power, that they are held to unrealistic expectations, that none of us should…
ok so first of all: ugliest movie ive seen in so long it’s unbelievable. like y’all complain about early 00s digital bombast, garishness and cruelty. this is seemingly shot w/iPhone flashlights as main lighting source. the “horror” is nonexistent in this, the games/psychological veneers are unintentionally farcical and the comedy ripped from your Twitter timeline during the pandemic. film still shares that sense of cruelty in this time but here condescension (like many of these pathetic class commentaries simply reveling…
