An aging celebrity uses a mysterious black-market a cell-replicating substance that creates a younger, enhanced version of herself with dire consequences.
Director Coralie Fargeat's socially aware body horror gives David Cronenberg and Brian Yuzna a run for their money. With echoes of Seconds (1966) by John Frankenheimer, the film is audaciously gross, clever, and memorable. Excellent performances, Kubrick-like visuals, and on-location shooting ground the film's brilliant graphic special effects.
Benjamin Kracun's cinematography, paired with Fargeat's stylish production and direction, delivers an intriguing and unforgettable film. Raffertie's pulse-pounding, stirring music amplifies the on screen shenanigans and horror. There's aerobics segments that echo Perfect (1985) Benny Benassi and Eric Prydz music videos in contrast to the chilling scenes.
Although the script is thin on dialogue Margaret Qualley is mesmerising as Sue. Demi Moore plays on her own stardom image with a vulnerable, vanity-free performance as Elisabeth Sparkle in a riotous, dreamlike Picture of Dorian Gray-style horror-thriller that builds to a crescendo of blood and gore. There's an array of quirky support ing characters that wouldn't be out of place in a David Lynch offering.
Overall, Fargeat delivers a gross wild ride, it's worth watching for Moore's and Qualley's Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde performances alone.
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