Synopsis
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A fading celebrity decides to use a black market drug, a cell-replicating substance that temporarily creates a younger, better version of herself.
A fading celebrity decides to use a black market drug, a cell-replicating substance that temporarily creates a younger, better version of herself.
Krystell Morantin Marion Didier Stéphane Bécimol Arnaud Denis Gladys Garot Amélie Meseguer Julie Plumelle Nathalie Vaïsse
Marie Bouvet Jérôme Gaspard Guillemette Buffet Ahmed Chouikhi Joffrey Darel Jérémie Delaboudinière Arthur Delapierre Stephane Girondeaud Lucile Perez Céline Richard Marie Sergeant
Valérie Deloof Victor Fleurant Olga Pasternak Victor Praud Lucien Richardson Antoine Swertvaegher Stéphane Thiébaut Emmanuelle Villard Grégory Vincent
Frédéric Balmer Denise Boccacci Olivier Afonso Oriane Cattiaux Marison De Sandrine Denis Stéphanie Guillon Brian Kinney Lucky Nguyen Bryony Rumble Cynthia Scigliuto Pierre Olivier Persin
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From the first 30 minutes, it's evident that this film has no interest in dealing with female self-perception and beauty norms with any subtlety; it's a provocation from start to finish that only grows in grotesqueness as the film progresses. Doesn't play it safe and throws you right into the deep end, propelled by absolutely revolting moments of Cronenberg-esque body horror and highly satirical punchlines that will either completely work for you or not. A sparkling tale on the exterior and a deranged one on the inside—a fantastic duality. loads of fun but never loses its focus, regardless of how new the themes explored are (which they aren't), it simply fucking worked so well for me. should mention that seeing…
An immensely, unstoppably, ecstatically demented fairy tale about female self-hatred, Coralie Fargeat’s “The Substance” will stop at nothing — and I mean nothing — to explode the ruthless beauty standards that society has inflicted upon women for thousands of years, a burden this camp-adjacent instant classic aspires to cast off with some of the most spectacularly disgusting body horror this side of “The Fly” or the final minutes of “Akira.”
If the “Revenge” director’s immaculately crafted debut tried to dismantle male toxicity with a shotgun blast square to the balls, Fargeat’s Cannes-approved follow-up turns that same attention inwards, allowing her to take aim at both the pointlessness she’s been conditioned to feel as a forty-something woman, and also at the…
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If you're locked into Coralie Fargeat's whole deal, then you'll know that she's just about the greatest exploitation filmmaker in recent memory, mainly because she fucking delivers the goods in a way that most "midnight madness" entries end up fumbling. Revenge was a sun-baked hunt across a history of cinematic objectification, with sleek surfaces and unwavering brutality to match its often thorny ideas.
The Substance is just as easy to dismiss looking in. These amped-up performances are matched with a decidedly un-subtle framework, but this is similar to Revenge in that it complicates the tropes we know and allows them to transform. This is a movie about the frustration of beauty, society's unfair expectations towards women, the fear and…
Violently weaponizes its gaze against the audience. Coralie Fargeat's full-body-horror attack on Hollywood's beauty standards for women has us in its sights as well. Slick neo-expressionism and just a dash of camp (when the time comes), with a very committed performance from Demi Moore, some stomach churning visual effects, and an (extremely valid) point it's hell bent on ramming viscously through your eye-sockets.
This is certainly one of those love-it-or-hate-it kind of deals, you'll be uncomfortable either way, but it's the kind of bold half-arthouse, half-horror-shlock absolute swing for the fences I'm more than happy to see in theaters in 2024.
HOLY HELL!!! Coralie Fargeat just dropped one of the greatest body-horror films of all time with THE SUBSTANCE at Cannes. A total onslaught of sound, fury & grotesque gore laying waste to our preoccupied obsessions with beauty & self image. Confronts the inevitably of aging in a manner that will make you nauseous while horror fans take sick pleasure in its overwhelming sound design & practical makeup effects. Demi Moore is sensational in one of her best roles in years while Margaret Qualley continues to prove why she’s one of most fearless actresses working today. The third act is one of the most over-the-top, disgusting, recent best examples of what the genre has to offer combining elements of The Elephant Man, Scanners & many more I won’t spoil into something unforgettable.
My full review here
hagsploitation for the adrenochrome era. completely perfect, shocking, and fearless filmmaking. unrelenting. disgusting and totally gorgeous. just amazing. i laughed, i gasped, i stimmed…. bitch i was losing my cool. this movie is going to mean a lot to people like me until the end of fucking time. my favorite genre: women transforming into and away from each other… when u have a foil-off with a bitch who is twin 😂😂😭😭LOVED IT