This film, more so than any of Lynch's other films, would've benefited from someone else revising the "small talk" between characters. I'm convinced Lynch has never had a passing conversation.
I get the "surrealism", the sensual, & the grotesqueness is supposed to be a reflection of or mean something. What? I couldn't tell you. But if there's no contrast then nothing is surreal. It simply comes across as edgy.
WaH begs the question: did Cage never stop acting as Sailor...
Cringe in motion.
This film was pitched as , "the-real-pain" is in real, pain; but it only comes across as sacrimony.
The first thing they do in Poland is satorize a genocide memorial for the sake of a mid-2000s, "lol random" sketch. It's in even poorer taste than the Instgram posts that tourists and celebrities normally share from concentration camps every few months.
The plot itself is a lazy imitation of The Darjeeling Limited; with no resolution or character development.…
I was disgusted to see Dennis Quaid was cast in this and then realized, that was the point.
The unbearably close frames make it seem like The Substance was intended to be viewed on a phone and then it became clear that the audience is experiencing the microscope that women are under everday.
This is a perfect film. It has a vision, is unapologetic about it, and it drags the audience to a revolting place. The Substance is almost antagonistic…
