Ok. There’s an emotional core of two scenes in this movie that is deeply deeply affecting. There’s also a tonne of grot. I’m glad this gross, pointed, very French body horror movie starring the one and only Demi hit the zeitgeist the way it did, because it proves that movies like it still can. I also found watching the second act really, really hard going, and not just because of the grot.
I’m glad it exists and I will never watch it again. Demi rocked though.
Like being rolled through a pasta maker. Skilful and gorgeous and deeply unsettling. Erotic 90s, too. All of us did gigantic yawns and shakes and stares as we walked away, as our bodies slowly relaxed. A hell of a film! Patricia ARQUETTE.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This film whacked the pleasure centre in my brain that responds to impossible cinema one hundred times. It’s dreadful. I really liked watching it. I’ve lost respect for Ridley Scott for bringing it into the world. Debriefing it with mates afterwards has turned it into a love.
Why is this film like this? Why are the performances broadly great but they add up to less than nothing? Why is every plot point in this film? All of them. Why is every…
