Deliberately obvious, gleefully trashy, this deranged feminist fable from French filmmaker Coralie Fargeat ( ) is flawed. But as befits a slash-and-burn critique of impossible female beauty standards, it really works those flaws. Read this article for free: Already have an account? To continue reading, please subscribe: * Deliberately obvious, gleefully trashy, this deranged feminist fable from French filmmaker Coralie Fargeat ( ) is flawed.
But as befits a slash-and-burn critique of impossible female beauty standards, it really works those flaws. Read unlimited articles for free today: Already have an account? Deliberately obvious, gleefully trashy, this deranged feminist fable from French filmmaker Coralie Fargeat ( ) is flawed. But as befits a slash-and-burn critique of impossible female beauty standards, it really works those flaws.
may not be perfect, but it’s something, all right. In an alternative universe where cloning technology is going gangbusters but network daytime TV still matters, Elisabeth Sparkle (Demi Moore), a one-time Hollywood star who’s now host of a long-running aerobics show, has just turned 50. MUBI Elisabeth turns to the black market to stay young and relevant.
Her toned, taut, severe beauty is a matter of iron discipline, unceasing labour and some subtle cosmetic procedures. Still, she is 50 — Moore, in fact, is 61 — and her obnoxious male boss, Harvey (Dennis Quaid), wants her out. He’s already looking for a replacement.
“We need her yo.