fuck this movie. absolutely atrocious. paper thin characterization. there is no joy to the ostentatious ploys toward spectacle. john david washington has the charisma of a cardboard box. found the abuse storyline for elizabeth debicki’s character frustrating, hollow, and infuriating. this is a truly terrible film on levels of craft, acting, writing, direction, you name it. what an exhausting waste of time.

have always found this film unnerving particularly the young girl trapped in the painting at the beginning. but what makes this such a fun time is anjelica huston’s deliciously grotesque and over the top performance.

this movie slaps, severely. the direction has such style and verve. the sound design is glorious. the use of color and score surprises at every turn. anchored by a tremendous lead performance that perfectly subverts expectations. can’t wait to see what the director, coralie fargeat, does next. definitely one of my favorite films i’ve watched this year that’s new to me. will write more about this work of fucking art on my tinyletter soon.

fuck yes. finally some good shit. really fell in love with this one — its attention to detail, its ragged melancholy, its awkward tension, its dynamic point of view. love love loved the performances. may write more about this one soon. i can’t stop thinking about it.