Like an unfinished painting, there are sketches of something phenomenal but also sweeping swathes of blank canvas.
I loved the use of montage even if it did take away time that could have been spent fleshing out these quite superficial characters. Pamela Anderson is a fucking incredible actress and could probably make hoovering look compelling.
Billie Lourd is the worst actress to ever spoil the screen. She is saying her lines, hitting her marks, doing what she is supposed to,…
Did I watch this whilst I was supposed to be doing my essay? YES!
Did I still get my essay in? YES!
There’s one scene in this that just sticks out so purely to me, it’s just this shot of this woman reacting to all of these dancers, and the stank on her face is just so raw and powerful, and you can tell the reverence she has for her fellow performers and I just love it.
This film is…
Yet another lesbian period piece that allows a male director to live out his lesbian fetishes.
For a film that revolves around the criticism of sexual exploitation and perversion, there seems to be an awful lot of sexual exploitation and perversion. The film is rife with explicit, graphic and entirely unnecessary sex scenes, that play out like a porn fantasy.
And the last fucking scene is ridiculous.
HOW ARE YOU, THROUGHOUT THE MAJORITY OF THE FILM, SHOWING HIDEKO READING THESE…
I shed more tears about how disappointing this was than I shed in the actual cinema.
I think if it weren’t for the always compelling performances of Florence and Andrew, I would be a lot less generous with my rating. I thought that although the idea of the plot had potential, the script was weak, the timeline was confusing, and the stakes were non-existent. I think if this had been told linearly, you would have felt a deeper connection with…
