A glossy W mag editorial on acid, with hints of Argento, Lynch and Jodorovsky thrown in good measure, the film feels like a nightmarish experience into a beautified void, perfectly served by the female leads and the retro synth score by Cliff Martinez. One gets out of the film with a sentiment of suffocation and hopelessness. Masterpiece, I know not, but surely a compelling film experience.
If you are a fan of popular culture/media theory, this is a "must see" for you. Interesting plot, good acting and absolutely fantastic camera work. This film is meant for the public to understand that we are drowning in this false perfection and those illusions that society makes us believe.
Visually appealing but it's like a very poor version of Suspiria mixed with Black Swan. But with little or no storytelling. Not one of the director's best efforts and quite forgettable. Two stars just for the colourful Argento-esque imagery and music. But I would recommend just watching or rewatching Dario Argento's films instead.
Vapid, useless sequence of clichéd scenes. Reserved to anybody who was still under the impression the fashion industry was not a completely vacuous, superficial and navel-gazing environment. To those of us who already knew that from the hundred of films which covered it already (as well as let's say, common sense), this is just some pretend to provocation without anything new to say about anything.