Poor Things
I didn't know much about it and by the looks of it was a sort of retelling of Frankenstein, and I guess in some ways it is. I am a fan of Emma Stone, and when I heard she shows tiddies and kitty, the 15 year old with internet access in me downloaded it. Plenty of Emma nips and a couple scenes of bush. Some funny scenes, Mark Ruffalo in a hate-the-character-but-he-did-it-so-well performance, and from what I can gather it's insinuating that "God" (her father/creator named Godwin) actually was Frankenstien's monster. Could be wrong, but that's how I took it. Also - Willem Dafoe can do no wrong. Fight me.
Couple three things, though.
Music/Score:
Whoever was hired to score it should be shot in the taint and his or her family culled. Some of the Victorian music was fine but there were some extremely high pitched, terribly discordant stringed instruments in there randomly. They seriously scratched my ear bones and it was quite annoying.
Style:
Yarborg or whatever his name is used three different camera views. Randomly. Standard, fish eye, and peephole. Randomly changed. No rhyme or reason to it. Literally in the middle of a scene it would switch from standard to either of the other two, or vice versa and accomplished nothing.
This is definitely trying to be an artsyfartsy film and I guess it sorta does it, but it really felt like something Michel Gondry or Richard Ayoade would direct like Bunny and the Bull, or the Science of Sleep.
Content:
I'm all about nudity in movies, especially if its a cute pale green-eyed redhead. But there's a.. subplot? I guess? I dunno - a scene that prattles on way too long about her discovering the wonders of being a prostitute. I coulda done without the literal 'lets-look-for-actually-deformed-dudes' casting call for these scenes, and it went on for about 20 minutes.
We get it Yarborg, she was discovering her clit and the wonders of selling it. But that went on for like 20-30 minutes in a 2.5 hour movie that could have been a hour and 45 and accomplished the same storytelling.
Should you watch it? Sure. It very much feels like what Shelley did with the Monster, where he starts out as a lumbering dullard and becomes an eloquent member of society. But really only watch it if you're a stuffy headed ninnymuggins that prattles on about the vicissitudes of the way the guy used color to represent how the characters were feeling on the day of shooting.
Or if you wanna see Emma Stone's weird nipples and surprisingly full bush.
3.5 nips out of 5.