Peter Caulfield

Even though Visually this film packs one hell of an acid punch if it wasn’t for Demis central performance I’d have only given it 1 star. From the out set it delivers a fake premise about the obsession with hollywood and youth - when really at its core it’s a film about the male gaze for the male gaze. I’ve never seen so many naked breast, female genitalia, and ladies bums in one movie. We get the Pervy white men through out exploiting these women but no comeuppance for them what’s so ever. Apart from an extreme blood shower at the end from a hideous gargoyle which is an after thought and not satisfactory in any way. Where was the revenge. Interestingly this movie was directed and written by a French female director but on further inspection all the producers, editors and cinematography were led by middle aged white men. I wonder if Coralie Fargeat ended up with her dream vision of this film- after the edit. I’d argue if she she did it was ill judged - as at least 30 minutes could have been shaved off; Perhaps the repetitive close ups of female butts, tits and thighs (lost on me - but all stunning none the less) so who were they for exactly? When the perverted male gaze walked away with red ketchup in the eye. Ready to exploit another day. A Missed opportunity with a cleverer more powerful message needed. A repetitive Gleaming treadmill of self centred self loathing leading to a comedic monstrous end. It is Funny, in parts though, and the sound is A plus with beautiful and shocking sequences in equal measure. I just left thinking … meh.