Moore gives a thrumming brave performance, at points powering through some of the repetitive body horror tedium through sheer power of presence. Qualley has the less interesting character but is serviceable enough albeit unable to really meet the kind of energy Moore brings. The supporting cast is minimal the only one with any real part of substance is Dennis Quaid as Harvey, the slobbering, lecherous, despicable TV exec, and he's deliciously gross in it. It is mostly a showcase for Moore which she takes full advantage of, its wonderful to see her back in a lead performance, bringing her unique blend of poise, passion, and unpredictability.
The film is visually rich, like the script, there are tons of ideas and influences, its bursting with them. The score is a relentless melodic droning that sets the mood. Its ambitious, its provocative, it maybe lingers on the body horror images too long and returns to them too often. Ultimately the film is simply too long, the impact minimized by the uneven pacing. The script careens wildly in tone from scene-to-scene and sequence-to-sequence, veering from dramatic intensity to absurdist black comedy. Its fun but the whole is not greater than the sum of its parts. For those that can stomach it, its worth a watch, although not a film most people would watch twice.
Grotesquely gripping, gleefully over-the-top, more concerned with eliciting a reaction than with conveying a coherent message.
Currently in theaters.
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