I just appreciate how shameless Tinto Brass is. Plot-wise, everything is just a means to an end, and that end is usually to get our protagonist in a gratuitous state of undress with someone (consensually or otherwise) rubbing her down thoroughly. Our protagonist is paperthin with her one quality being her agreeability and willingness to transgress the sanctity of her relationship whenever her sex-drive or an incredibly persistent stranger convince her to. The comedy behind all the titillation is all…
Very auspicious debut feature that shows Nakagawa has incredible control over her form and mood. An eerie film of desire and obsession that gets more and more complicate the more we seemingly uncover about the central dynamic between the characters.
Never has there been a movie that is so vulgar and yet so audaciously beautiful. Refn's Neon Demon does everything in it's power to confront your ideas of aesthetics and completely invert them to a new classification the likes of which have not been approached since the glossy works of Dario Argento. Salacious and exploitative. Gruesome and utterly disturbing. Refn has made the type of film that makes one reconsider their taste and reevaluate what they believe is "too much"…
Straight up not a gimmick. Draining the colour adds so much to the texture of this film. It gives the makeup such definition. The vistas such imposing scope. The fire and rubble such dynamic detail. Ridding one of the more colourful action films of the past two decades of its glorious palette would seem like an exercise in futility.
But somehow, this might be better.