probably the best argument I’ve seen for flicker as experimental film technique. literally spectral ephemera repeated and modulated to the point of being still etched in my mind days after the screening.
My favorite scene is the one in the bar/restaurant after the glowing-red-triangle show, in which the man behind the curtain of misogynist-fashion-industry-Oz is revealed. The movie pretty explicitly highlights this male-gaze-centric structure, imo. The designer guy seems to represent and enforce the obsessive attitudes that literally morph and tear apart the women throughout the film. I don't think the point is at all that "Women can be shitty to each other, bro, hehe," but more like "Look at this fucking…