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.
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The Paradoxical "Poor Things"
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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.