The Substance

Behold the power of Coralie Fargeat, writer and director of this bonkers, brilliant, hilarious, bawdy, chimeric wretch of a film.

Not for the faint of heart, The Substance will turn you inside out. It explodes the form—skewers us all upon the erect sword of precious sensibility and hypocritical entitlement. We squirm with complicity.

All hail her majesty, Demi Moore, in the deranged performance of a lifetime.

Don’t be fooled by quibbling, small-minded reviews, hung up on sci-fi logic and frivolous nit-picks. Docking points for the rough edges is like criticizing Starry Night for being unrealistic.

Outstanding work. My favorite film of 2024. If it wins the Oscar it deserves, we’ll know Hollywood is putting it’s filthy money where it’s obscene mouth is.

I’m not holding my breath, though.