Becky Something, a maniacally destructive punk rock star who pushes her relationships with bandmates, family and followers to the limit as she wages a years long war against sobriety while attempting to re-engage the creativity that had once led her band to massive crossover success.
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Becky wins her battle with herself, but when it was over I felt bruised and tired, as if she’d been pummeling me, too. Like Roberto Durán fighting Sugar Ray Leonard, she had me holding up my hands and muttering, “No Moss.”
The narrative dexterity elevates the impact of Her Smell even further. Working once again with longtime cinematographer Sean Price Williams, Perry transitions from the drugged out lunacy of its first parts into a quiet Bergman-style chamber piece.
His latest, Her Smell, seems to culminate Perry’s ambitions in terms of drama, character portraiture, and style. In my estimation, it’s one of his best films, and his most elastic and accomplished work as a director.
Why would anybody want to watch such self-destruction? You could apply that question to the audience, not just the characters, and the answer is Moss. She's frighteningly effective at seeming like a genuine waste case, not just an actress playing one. Perry doesn't have Cassavettes' skill at mining insight into people—this never opens the context like A Women Under the Influence. But the formal (sonic) arc is strong.
Elisabeth Moss as riot grrrrl punk bitch who devastates every single thing around her like a black hole. "Her Smell" is an ignonimiously rambanctious, delightfully schitzy tale about sacrilegious ego hypertrophizing to the infinitude. Dir. Perry dissects this psycholgy vehemently and adroitly, but still I'm surprised that there is deep kindness and warm bond between women. Perry's tumulturous epitome yet new frontier
Vox Lux is to Brady Corbet what Her Smell is to Alex Ross Perry: in both cases, the ambition to portrait the plight of major/minor rockstar leads nowhere. There you have a mass shooting survivor turned into Lady Gaga. Here, the queen of earth returns as an imploding Courtney Love. In both cases, the pulsating and hysterical first half is compromised by the sheer corniness of their respective third act.
In HER SMELL we find the ever-promising Alex Ross Perry delivering at a level far beyond any at which we have ever previously found him operating. It is felt in the blood, the bones, the tissue. The film finds a unique (purely cinematic) way to give life to an endless profusion of ideas. Possible clichés evaporate by virtue of unrelenting invention. DP Sean Price Williams is at his best and may indeed be the best.
Elizabeth Moss is a revelation here as fading punk star Becky Something. The problem is the character is so unlikable that the first hour is almost a chore to get through. The redemption angle in the second half plays better before its ham-fisted conclusion Interesting casting but a shame the script wasn't up to the same standards. And just how punk is Bryan Adams anyway? "Heaven"...really?
During the first half of the film, Becky Something is in full destruction mode: the mix of confusion, anger and alienation reminded me of Gena Rowlands in "A Woman Under the Influence". Then comes redemption and a completely new side to the character, not less devastating than the one we already knew. Elisabeth Moss is astonishing as ever, and Agyness Deyn was a wonderful surprise. Rock on, Alex Ross Perry!
Before Listen Up Philip, Queen of Earth, and most recently, Her Smell, indie director Alex Ross Perry grabbed our attention with this second feature, an uproariously abrasive and fast-paced comedy about a hyper-dysfunctional brother-sister duo.