Hungkat’s review published on Letterboxd:
“Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.”
“There is nothing wrong with the love of Beauty. But beauty – unless she is wed to something more meaningful – is always superficial.”
In NWR eyes, he views beauty with a fetishized mock on the superficiality, a contempt for the glamourized glitz of modern beauty, boxed within the vacuous yet envy-fueled dog-eat-dog world, with rippling fleshes and bodies adorned with resplendent textures. Refn was in love with himself, he was in love with the idea of exploiting the young female bodies. He probably read tons of Vogue magazines, took a massive wank and ogled at the images of supermodels in their gaudy, angel-like outfits posing under the scintillating lights, as he then cropped out some of the texts/excerpts from those magazines and used them as parts of his dialogues as a cherry on top. NWR has glued together his own shiny, devilish picture of beauty, which, at times, feels like a relentlessly arduous perfume ad for Gucci that contains lots of mesmerizing aesthetic projections, layer upon layer of polished colors but too little thoughts, too little feelings. Maybe that is the point NWR was trying to make, probably why he took the line “Beauty is not everything. It’s the only thing” too much to heart. Beauty, like Patrick Bateman's empty "carcass", is an abstract façade used to hide something very hollow inside, something very much adds up to zero because it is mostly wed to stylistic nothing. This is a very good idea, but through NWR lens, The Neon Demon became somewhat of a zombified bore that is even duller than the “corpses” it was satirizing.