This was exactly what I was in the mood to watch and it did not disappoint. I love how Breillat explores sexuality, especially from a female perspective. The 19th century Parisian framework of this film only serves to heighten its allure. Heady, sexy, and sad. What more could one want?
I wasn’t going to write another review of this film purely on principle, but given the astounding and baffling response to my previous (and admittedly: brief) write-up, I feel I might as well reply to the male outrage and their combative, redundant criticisms.
Despite what many commentators seem to think, I do actually understand that people might see The Neon Demon as NWR’s critique of the fashion industry (or society in general) and the way it exploits women. However, I…
A prime example of why men should not be allowed to make films about women and/or the experience of being a woman. I knew going into this that I would hate it, but it far surpassed hatred and ventured into the realm of vehement disdain and disgust.
Most of the scathing reviews I've encountered on letterboxd have adamantly addressed the problematic nature of this film so I won't bother to waste any more of my time; but suffice to say,…