We rarely, if at all, get to peek at the pysche of the characters here and the stark mystique of it all ends up feeling like a result of Emerald Fennell herself not knowing what makes them tick either.
Looks good though, doesn’t it?
So sad that it ends up feeling cheap and cruel. I haven’t made fun of incredibly melancholic turkish soap operas my entire life, only to turn the blind eye when a queer independent hollywood feature does it.
Twirling my mustache, trying to figure out what to make of an otherwise beautifully shot and acted film. Not sure a rewatch will make me drop my gripes with the script, but who knows, there is a lot of good in here difficult to dismiss. Not crazy about it, but wish I was.
As someone who enjoyed Shiva Baby considerably less than seemingly everyone else, I was hoping to get into the Emma Seligman hype train with Bottoms, but just after 15 minutes into it, I realized that it likely wasn’t going to happen. I am in the minority here (once again), but I found the film amateurishly executed, awkwardly directed and quite confused on what it was trying to be and worst of all, painfully unfunny (except for that cheerleader gag). I’m…