The delicious wit and orgasmic visuals of Lanthimos’ Poor Things put up a solid fight, yet fall short of making up for the floppily feminist message. As a result, the movie is frustratingly contradictory: delightful yet disappointing, wonderfully performed but poorly put together. Your eyes plead with you to never stop watching, meanwhile your brain is begging you to watch a piece that lives up to the girl-power message it markets. A film built on a flawed foundation will inevitably fail its audience— the pleasure Lanthimos offers your senses is a distraction, mull the movie over for long enough and that sensation quickly sours.