Review. Mimi Jacobs
“I’ve pieced this diabolical fuckfest together.” -Mark Ruffalo
Everyone in the theater was laughing. Perhaps because they were all having a boozy brunch? It was none other than the ‘burg’s Nitehawk Cinemas. Try the movie/drink pairing “Sugar & Violence” gin martini. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry—seeing some of my favorite actors (Willem Defoe, the aforementioned Mark Ruffalo, and Christopher Abbott, Girls) reduced to such weeping caricatures (creatures?) by the film’s end. Is this feminism? A female turn on the Oedipus Complex? Mother is daughter is Mother is Wife is daughter?
Billed as a female Frankenstein tale based on the book by the movie’s title and nominated for the Best Picture, Musical or Comedy Oscar, the actual NSFW plot will both shock and titillate. Less fantastical and more fetish-though the hybrid animals and lush pink skies and silks are a Babette’s Feast for the eyes. Maybe I just never really liked Emma Stone, but to take a dip in Yorgos Lagrimos’ decadence and slip into Stone’s Bella Baxter’s shoes and see the world anew for 149 minutes was an otherworldly experience. And how do I get a pair of her white platform booties?
