This is a once-in-a-generation, "holy shit" film.
Tom Ford sits at his desk in his very nice house and a very nice suit that cost a lot of money. What is a good plot for a film? He thinks to himself. Ah, I know. I'm going to show that true artistic expression is good but we live in a harsh society that privileges money and the only art that makes an impact is the art that reflects this, so it's empty and ugly and obnoxious.
I left the theatre cackling, feeling energised and in love with cinema and life and women - and yet the film also made me anxious and worried and grossed out and violently sad. What a fucking film!!! I'm not 100% convinced on the last minute or so, but this ticked off every single visual kink I can think of and I want horror girls to take over the whole world!