(NC-17 cut—see comments for more info)
freaky, funny, goopy, gory, GREAT! a charred-black class satire, a speculative sci-fi, a fluid-filled horror, and an erotic phantasmagoria all at once. together, Alexander Skarsgård and Mia Goth explore the body's capacity to repulse and delight, to entrap and liberate. extreme close-ups of the leads' facial features envelop the frame; the lens purposefully distorts background characters' heads into orbicular blobs. in a world with (almost) no consequences, how far would the wealthy go in pursuit of pleasure? far enough to lose all semblance of humanity? duh, that's a given. and it's just the tip of the Cronenberg.
(ps. i saw Robert Eggers' name credited in Special Thanks and it reminded me about the unsubstantiated rumor that Robert Pattinson turned down Skarsgård's role. i know in my heart he wanted to do it, but the suits were like 'Rob honey if you wanna stay Batman you really gotta stop jackin' it in psychosexual thrillers')