Love Lies Bleeding is the second movie by the director Rose Glass, starring Kristen Stewart.
The 1980s. A young girl, Lou (Stewart), works as a manager at a gym and desperately tries to quit smoking. One day, a muscular beauty Jackie who dreams of winning a bodybuilding competition enters the gym. The girls start an affair. But Lou's family story is a complicated one. Her father is an arms dealer, and her sister regular gets beaten by her husband. Things aren't easy for Jackie either. To increase her chances in competitions, she starts using steroids, and those have unpleasant side effects, which will kick off this bleeding story...
I think many of you have already got used to the idea that Stewart has long migrated from being a blockbuster actress to an independent film actress, and this movie is no exception.
Rose Glass is obviously talented, but as it often happens with aspiring ones, they inadvertently begin to copy the style of the directors who've already said their word in cinematography. And in this case, I found myself watching a skillful imitation of Nicolas Winding Refn. But even though Refn's films are also full of sex and blood, he handles these vivid plot elements with incredible aesthetics, weaving them logically into the fabric of the plot.
This cannot be said about Rose's work, although stylistically it is a twin to The Neon Demon or Too Old to Die Young.
In general, LLB could have a good chance of becoming something truly memorable: Great cast. The title girls are organic and natural. Stewart, as usual, looks convincing and impressive even with the most idiotic haircut and greasy hair. Katy O'Brien, who plays her bodybuilder girlfriend, is strikingly beautiful and athletic. Jena Malone (Refn's favorite, by the way), Ed Harris, Dave Franco. Everything's great, but no magic. Why?
Because the director decided to address a huge number of themes at once: female bodybuilding, steroids, domestic violence, love, and the problem of fathers and children, but none of them was thoroughly developed. At the same time, she found time to include scenes that don't contribute to the narrative and seem to be added just to shock the viewer. Like in the intro, where Stewart's character digs into a clogged gym toilet and pulls out excrement.
According to my observations, female directors tend to have a more nuanced and refined view of their characters. They look deep into characters' minds and souls and reveal the full range of their emotions to the audience. In movies like this, the plot supports the emotion instead of leading it. Rose Glass, however, lost on both sides. In pursuit of shock content, she gave up on, probably, the most important ingredient. The heart. And without a heart, love is impossible.
The 1980s. A young girl, Lou (Stewart), works as a manager at a gym and desperately tries to quit smoking. One day, a muscular beauty Jackie who dreams of winning a bodybuilding competition enters the gym. The girls start an affair. But Lou's family story is a complicated one. Her father is an arms dealer, and her sister regular gets beaten by her husband. Things aren't easy for Jackie either. To increase her chances in competitions, she starts using steroids, and those have unpleasant side effects, which will kick off this bleeding story...
I think many of you have already got used to the idea that Stewart has long migrated from being a blockbuster actress to an independent film actress, and this movie is no exception.
Rose Glass is obviously talented, but as it often happens with aspiring ones, they inadvertently begin to copy the style of the directors who've already said their word in cinematography. And in this case, I found myself watching a skillful imitation of Nicolas Winding Refn. But even though Refn's films are also full of sex and blood, he handles these vivid plot elements with incredible aesthetics, weaving them logically into the fabric of the plot.
This cannot be said about Rose's work, although stylistically it is a twin to The Neon Demon or Too Old to Die Young.
In general, LLB could have a good chance of becoming something truly memorable: Great cast. The title girls are organic and natural. Stewart, as usual, looks convincing and impressive even with the most idiotic haircut and greasy hair. Katy O'Brien, who plays her bodybuilder girlfriend, is strikingly beautiful and athletic. Jena Malone (Refn's favorite, by the way), Ed Harris, Dave Franco. Everything's great, but no magic. Why?
Because the director decided to address a huge number of themes at once: female bodybuilding, steroids, domestic violence, love, and the problem of fathers and children, but none of them was thoroughly developed. At the same time, she found time to include scenes that don't contribute to the narrative and seem to be added just to shock the viewer. Like in the intro, where Stewart's character digs into a clogged gym toilet and pulls out excrement.
According to my observations, female directors tend to have a more nuanced and refined view of their characters. They look deep into characters' minds and souls and reveal the full range of their emotions to the audience. In movies like this, the plot supports the emotion instead of leading it. Rose Glass, however, lost on both sides. In pursuit of shock content, she gave up on, probably, the most important ingredient. The heart. And without a heart, love is impossible.
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