Whew. What a fucking movie! When I first left the Music Box after seeing this with a dear friend I admired the film in a sort of clinical way --- from a distance, admiring its boldness and the tenacity of its writer/director, Julie Ducournau. But the further I get from seeing it the more I've grown to love it, even though I'm not sure how I wholly feel about the second half when the film turns into a completely different story of adopted identity and interpersonal ruptures. Loved the gender fuckery of it all. It's brutal and evocative and unexpected and weird and wild. I'm obsessed.