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 personally do not believe that it is effective in that pursuit.

A collection of aesthetically-pleasing visual symbols set to neon lighting and an edgy, hypnotic score which are displayed without discernible weight or impact does not automatically convey a powerful…

The Neon Demon is a lot of things. Transcendent, hypnotic, and stylish are a few words that come to mind. This film had me hooked from the beginning credit sequence and it never let me go. I'm still kind of in a daze to be honest. Every frame of The Neon Demon is executed to absolute perfection. I cannot give the visuals enough praise. Honestly this is one of the best looking films I have ever seen. It's a five-course meal for the eyes. Also, the soundtrack/score is incredible. I RARELY buy a film's soundtrack and when I say rarely I mean never but I have already purchased the soundtrack from Amazon. Elle Fanning and Jenna Malone were both fantastic.…

My biggest issue with "The Neon Demon" is that it's too obvious with what types of themes and ideas it's presenting.

I get that the acting from each of the characters/acting is supposed to be stiff and lifeless because that's how we present models in the world of fashion.

I get that the reason why the film feels so shallow and empty is because of those exact same reasons and a lot of the pretty imagery is mostly in false to paint an empty fantasy of LA.

I get all of it.

You know why I picked up on these themes so easily? Because the movie practically SCREAMS these into your ear drums with a god damn mega phone. Each…

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, The Neon Demon further solidifies my aversion to everything that Nicolas Winding Refn creates. His affinity for vapidity and "style over substance" is not as intriguing as he seems to think. The fact he actually dedicated this film to his…

Well, Refn's back on his ''I wanna be David Lynch but don't really get how'' bullshit. Revisiting ''Only God Forgives'' I said that I wished he'd just chuck out his pretensions and make some good old fashion pulp, but in hindsight I guess that WAS his version of that. This one doubles down on the lack of plot and human beings, and saves almost any genre thrills for the very end.

I hate to say it (cause I do nonetheless quite like him), but Refn is a vapid filmmaker. Show me any scene or shot from this film in isolation and I'd say ''Yeah, that is very much my bag baby!'', but nothing is strung together with any care for…