As a boy I read that women’s cinema, when it arrived, would be indirect and nuanced, characterized by slow pans and gentle tilts, sensitive to personality and the texture of existence. Whoever wrote that, I wish her luck with The Substance. This black comedy finds writer-director Coralie Fargeat practicing the cinema of the hammerlock. The point is to reach overload and then pass it, and the movie does this without inflicting numbness. Each new horror startles the audience all over again. The movie’s built around a series of special effects... Читать дальше...