I know it’s been a while since I posted here but I hated this film so fucking much I can’t resist.
Ok. Fuck Daren Aronofsky for this wankfest male privilege masturbatory bullshit of a movie.
What makes this shitstain even worse is that there is a good horror film to be made from this material - but this isn’t it.
It sucks so bad I am astonished anyone greenlit it in 2017. And I’m really pissed off that Jennifer Lawrence and Michelle Pfeiffer agreed to act in it.
We start off really, really good. Lawrence plays the much younger wife of a successful artist.
She doesn’t know or have the experience in the world to deal with her husband and his friends who are like 30 some odd years older.
It’s from her point of view and we see all the ways that a young woman can try to laugh off the (abusive) stuff that older people do. Catcalls, racist jokes, being pushy, making her feel like an object.
She puts up with it because she can never really be sure when she’s in the wrong and when it’s their fault. They are after all older and she loves her husband and wants to get along with the people he knows.
So it goes too far and is super creepy in how her body autoimmunity is constantly violated, her ideas not respected and the things she finds precious in the world are destroyed.
Great fucking set up for an awesome feminist horror movie. As a viewer you are like “Hey, Jen you can fucking conquer these people!”
Then, out of nowhere the film takes a turn and is suddenly from the point of view of her husband. At this point it gets weird as she has to deal with violent cops, South American death squads, cannibalism, rape and torture.
After roughly 35 minutes of this her husband tells her that SHE HAS TO SUFFER FOR HIM TO CREATE ART!
And, because the husband is clearly a stand in for Aronofsky, instead of saying “fuck you, you abusive fuck” instead TELLS HIM SHE UNDERSTANDS AND STILL LOVES HIM.
Then, she agrees to go through it all again so he can create his next work of art.
My god. What a spit in the eye to women everywhere. Hell to decent people everywhere. To anyone who has ever cared for a young woman. To anyone who is not a sociopathic older male artist who gets off on making young women suffer for “inspiration.”
This film should be mocked. It should be pissed on. Or better still, simply ignored.