It happens rarely, but occasionally something reminds me of just how powerful a collection of of creative minds can be, their achievement towering over the rest of the form. Colloborative art is so difficult and usually results in something mediocre with the edges shaved off.
Not this masterpiece. Gorgeous sets, unbelievably weird music, and actors at their best, all under the steady hand of director Yorgos Mavropsaridis. I adored the Lobster, and this utterly bizarre feast for the eyes suggests this guy is as good as anybody working today. It reminds me of the great Jean-Pierre Jeunet, director of Delicatessen, City of Lost Children and Amélie, who easily makes my top ten of all time list.
Part Candide, part Bride of Frankenstein and strangely a touch of Barbie on acid, this is nonetheless wholly original.
Emma Stone's previous work with the director in the gloriously weird The Favorite hints at this performance, but I didn't know she had this in her. She won the Golden Globe and deserves the Oscar for this tour de force. I've always liked Mark Ruffalo, but sheesh, he is hysterical. Willem Defoe is always good and perfect here as the sad neo Dr Frankenstein.
It's not up to a guy to call this a feminist film, like I believe Barbie to be (which I loved), so I will pass on that. Let's just say Stone's character is definitely one who does whatever the hell she wants without the slightest nod to convention, and her arc is pure.
It might not be for everyone, with casual placement of various chimeras like a duck with a dog's head or a human with a goat's brain. There is also very matter of fact sexuality, reduced to pure biology. Which didn't bother me a bit.
Not much point in going through the plot, I'm going to have to read the book by the late Alasdair Gray. I don't want to spoil it.
The sets were magnificent, steampunk like Jeunet but unique. The music was perfectly freakish, there were sounds coming from instruments I could not identify. Jerskin Fendrix (that cannot be his real name) is someone to watch out for.
Do not miss this and go to an actual theater. We saw this at AMC and the parade of abject mediocrity in the numerous trailers before this triumph did not give a hint at what was to come.
Not this masterpiece. Gorgeous sets, unbelievably weird music, and actors at their best, all under the steady hand of director Yorgos Mavropsaridis. I adored the Lobster, and this utterly bizarre feast for the eyes suggests this guy is as good as anybody working today. It reminds me of the great Jean-Pierre Jeunet, director of Delicatessen, City of Lost Children and Amélie, who easily makes my top ten of all time list.
Part Candide, part Bride of Frankenstein and strangely a touch of Barbie on acid, this is nonetheless wholly original.
Emma Stone's previous work with the director in the gloriously weird The Favorite hints at this performance, but I didn't know she had this in her. She won the Golden Globe and deserves the Oscar for this tour de force. I've always liked Mark Ruffalo, but sheesh, he is hysterical. Willem Defoe is always good and perfect here as the sad neo Dr Frankenstein.
It's not up to a guy to call this a feminist film, like I believe Barbie to be (which I loved), so I will pass on that. Let's just say Stone's character is definitely one who does whatever the hell she wants without the slightest nod to convention, and her arc is pure.
It might not be for everyone, with casual placement of various chimeras like a duck with a dog's head or a human with a goat's brain. There is also very matter of fact sexuality, reduced to pure biology. Which didn't bother me a bit.
Not much point in going through the plot, I'm going to have to read the book by the late Alasdair Gray. I don't want to spoil it.
The sets were magnificent, steampunk like Jeunet but unique. The music was perfectly freakish, there were sounds coming from instruments I could not identify. Jerskin Fendrix (that cannot be his real name) is someone to watch out for.
Do not miss this and go to an actual theater. We saw this at AMC and the parade of abject mediocrity in the numerous trailers before this triumph did not give a hint at what was to come.