Evil is a relay sport.
This movie has everything. Urban loneliness, ghosts, leg hair, healing childhood trauma, the Pet Shop Boys, Paul Mescal licking cum off Andrew Scott’s chest, and a few bumps of k to top it all off.
A big, bold, sentimental swing from Andrew Haigh that feels like the best of all his films put together. One of my faves of the year.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Hurt to watch because it was so good and then it wasn’t? For the first two acts, it’s this lyrical, elegiac piece about unknowable, intangible things haunting a genius. And by the end, the thing that was haunting her turns out to be… getting canceled?
The film sort of turns at that point to make more of a spectacle of how badly she gets canceled vs. exploring the (arguably more dramatically interesting) moral failings that led to her getting canceled.…