This film set out to repulse me and it succeeded. Directed by French woman Coralie Fargeat, it's a critique of narcissism and Hollywoods treatment of women past a certain age. It is also the best example of body horror this side of Carpenter and Cronenberg. An aging Demi Moore takes a mysterious substance which allows here to recapture her youth in the form of Margaret Qualley... sort of. There are alot of catches. It dosen't end well. Pretty damn gross. The movie hits you over the head with its points and the world of the film is far from realistic. It's an extended metaphor, something that dosen't always work for me but I was okay with it here. I wasn't always okay with the grossness. This movie is a fairly impressive accomplishment, still probably don't see it. ***1/2
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