If Kubrick, Lynch, and Cronenberg had a baby and it was a movie, it would have been this.
It was an over the top, balls to the wall commentary on youth and beauty obsessed culture.
It was extremely gross and very hard to watch at times. Ultimately ridiculous but powerful
I laughed. I cried. I shut my eyes and put my fingers in my ears at some points. I will think about it for a long time.
In a weird way, it was maybe a little like The Portrait of Dorian Gray.
It devolved into wonderful gross insanity in the end.
I've watched Demi Moore movies for decades. This was her best, and she ended up an inhuman monster.
That woman has always been able to act, and she proved it yet again.
The audience cheered at the end. That so rarely happens.