Promising young feminists.
Presentation:
Emerald Fennel’s debut, which is commended by modern audiences for it’s colorful set design, though I think the imagery is overrated. This is a film for turn of the decade women, providing feminists with validation and karmic catharsis for trauma. I couldn’t take the plot seriously with all the patting on the back, but what do I know? This film was not made for my demographic. In some ways I think the writing is egregious especially with turn of the decade dialogue, but at the same time there’s a flicker of shallow magic. I liked Carey Mulligan, but she can do better than films like this.
Recommendations
Old money burns the saltiest.
Compassion for squatters.
Psychedelic sadness drips in watercolor and sex.
“How could you know? You’re not a woman.”
Promising young feminists.
I finally get body horror.
Sounds of generational trauma.
Do plays belong in the world of cinema?
I didn’t know Spanish telenovas could be this sexy!
No wonder no one wants to get married.
The year's weirdest film.
Some men will definitely feel lost for this one.
No, you can't make us hate Ryan Gosling.