LOL this is, like, just an elaborate metaphor; it's really MGTOW: The Movie.
The psychosexual underpinnings of Carol J. Clover's “Final Girl” (developed in her seminal book Men, Women, and Chain Saws) aren't elaborated on to the extent you'd expect, given the title. And nastier death scenes would have made this a much stronger slasher send-up than the tame material used could ever hope to. It mostly just works, though — Taissa Farmiga and Malin Åkerman turn in sweetly affecting performances, and the rest of the cast is game and in-tune with the silly/sincere vibe. I'm maybe rating a little generously this time, but The Final Girls is still funny and touching, so fuck it!
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This is a such a 90s production. I love it! The soundtrack is full of great stuff; even the mediocre songs are still perfect evocations of the time. The attitude, the outfits, the makeup, and -- Hail Satan -- Fairuza Balk's eyes!
The four leads manage to conjure a much more transgressive mood than what the narrative actually presents. The regressive ending really drives this home. It makes me so sad -- here you have Balk's character, Nancy, the poorest…
Holy shit, what a great movie. Sally Hawkins is phenomenal as the protagonist Poppy Cross. I'm in love. The prospect of entering a romantic relationship with a decent (and decent-looking) bloke is refreshingly treated as a peripheral concern; homosocial bonds are what sustain Poppy and her friends.
I don't really know what to say. I love being unsettled by films. I love dark, disturbing shit... I like movies to devastate me, creep me out. It leaves me feeling like I…