The Substance: The Magic of Repulsive Womanhood
If you haven’t heard, The Substance (2024) is a revelatory film, intimately connecting us with the silent and self-inflicted savagery behind a femininity sculpted to appear pristine; devoid of flaws, pain, or madness. Coralie Fargeat doesn’t give us no-bush, no-blood femininity. She gives us a broken toe in a ballet slipper. Molars removed to accentuate the cheekbones.…
I Watched The Rule of Jenny Pen So You Don’t Have To
Imagine Grey’s Anatomy if it were written and directed by John Waters at his drunkest, crudest, and most long-winded. Add a deranged John Lithgow singing in a hospital gown, hours of elder abuse, and a loose metaphor for settler colonialism and you’ve got The Rule of Jenny Pen (2024). At its most literal, Jenny Pen is about a retired…
Pretty Lethal Review: Came for Black Swan, Got Sailor Moon on Steroids
If you go into Vicky Jewson’s Pretty Lethal (2026) expecting arthouse, ballerina body horror, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment. Lovingly dubbed “Die Hard in tutus” by Jewson herself, the film is less about the physical and psychological toll of perfectionism than it is about girl power, gushing neck wounds, and god-tier calf muscles. The story follows…
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