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is only one good thing about this movie, and that is the cinematography. Many
of the shots you might find in a Vogue photoshoot. They are stylish and glitzy.
The models: stoic and sexy. The first third of the film makes use of bold
colors and lights, especially in the club scene. But after that, it seems like
Refn gives up on style, and is just going for shock. His manner of shock is
disgusting and misogynistic (and would have guessed that cannibalism would be a
common theme in the Festival?). The characters are flat and one-dimensional,
reducing these women to vicious animals, and one deer in the headlights. Concerning the male characters, their stories
are underdeveloped and unfinished. We are left hanging, not that I was ever
really invested in them enough to care. Sure, I get the message about the
modeling industry--but it is an inherently misogynistic one. As far as plot
goes, there is beginning and end, but the middle is severely lacking. You are
constantly asking "what the heck is happening?" Take the catwalk for
example. What was the inexplicable triforce light doing there? I would go so
far as to say it is boring and offensive movie.
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