THE SUBSTANCE (SFF 2024) CLOSING FILM


Body horror at its finest, most fucked up and entertaining.

Taking visual cues from Stanley Kubrick and special effects from the maestro of b horror, David Cronenberg this ups the ante and goes where you won’t imagine.

So strap in and let French director, Coralie Fargeat (Revenge) take you on a hilarious satirical journey on ageing, the fetishisation of youth and commentary on self worth.

This was the closing film at this year’s, the 71st Sydney Film Festival, and fair play to the organisers for picking it. This is not for the faint hearted and if you get, in any way, squeamish about the body and gore of any kind, please give this a miss. You have been warned.

Demi Moore as Elisabeth Sparkle in The Substance

Demi Moore as Elisabeth Sparkle in The Substance

Demi Moore makes the comeback of comebacks playing Elisabeth Sparkle, a one time star, who is being forced out of the industry by her age (It’s still me!!!!!) and is given a hard drive entitled The Substance that upon viewing is promised a chance at a better version of herself and, like many who go down the plastic surgery route IRL, she grasps at the branch of youth with the verve of a thirsty desert dweller.

Years ago, I saw a film called Society that this reminds me of. I love it when horror makes social statements and The Substance makes a powerful and important one about the fear of ageing especially to women and women in the spotlight.
I get why they would have cosmetic work done, they are surrounded by beauty that they are constantly having to compete with but age will not be beaten, it’s a losing battle. 

I’m not telling you anything else apart from the acting is fabulous, from Demi Moore, the talented Margaret Qualley and the always sturdy Dennis Quaid, here having an absolute riot playing an absolute knob.

A Warning.......

A Warning…….

The cinematography by Benjamin Kračun owes much to the sensibility of Kubrick and the music supervised by Guillaume Baurez is pulsing, driving and intense and fits perfectly with the images.

The Substance won Best Screenplay at Cannes this year and I’m not surprised, it seems like the kind of film that the folk at Cannes would love having recently been wowed by Julie Ducournau’s Titane.
What is it with the French and body horror, they loved Crash as well, it premiered there and won the Special Jury Prize.

Maragret Qualley in The Substance

Maragret Qualley in The Substance

I loved this film, it is so balls out or tits out crazy that it deserves the accolades. It is also a horror film, which rarely get the kind of critical recognition they deserve.

Strap in and bring a sick bag, it’s going to be rough if you have a weak stomach.

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KINDS OF KINDNESS (SFF 2024)


What is it with auteurs making long films and them being ultimately disappointing?
Scorsese’s last 2 outings The Irishman and Killers of the Flower Moon both clocked in over the 3 hour mark (209 and 206 minutes respectively) and were quite unsatisfying.
I love Scorsese by the way, his contribution to cinema as a director and a king of restoration and general support of cinema is unparalleled. 
I loved Ari Aster’s first 2 films Hereditary (127 minutes) and Midsommar (148 minutes & 171 minutes for the director’s cut) but really didn’t like Beau is Afraid (179 minutes).
Lanthimos’ previous films: The Lobster (118 minutes) was reasonably enjoyable but The Killing of a Sacred Deer (121 minutes), The Favourite (120 minutes) and Poor Things (142 minutes) were all excellent.
Kinds of Kindness (165 minutes) was enjoyable-ish but I failed to see what the point of the film was.
I wasn’t bored at all, merely frustrated.

Willem Dafoe and Margaret Qualley in Kinds of Kindness

Willem Dafoe and Margaret Qualley in Kinds of Kindness

Spilt into three parts, The Death of R.M.F., R.M.F. is Flying and R.M.F. Eats a Sandwich and described as a triptych fable, the core group of actors featured all play different parts in the three stories.
They are all fabulous with the great Jesse Plemons winning the Best Actor Award at Cannes for his performance(s), Yorgos’s muse, the excellent Emma Stone, the always ace, Willem Dafoe, the layered and enchanting Margaret Qualley, who here has an ethereal quality, Hong Chau who is always great, Mamoudou Athie, who’s acting I rated highly from the tv show Archive 81 and Joe Alwyn, who I didn’t know of before, not being a Swiftie ;O).


I saw this at the Sydney Film Festival and the audience seemed to love it, laughing out loud at much of the film, unfortunately I didn’t click with the humour, which is a surprise as I was really looking forward to this as I was for Scorsese’s last 2 and Ari Aster’s last one.

I was left feeling excluded, maybe I’m just too dumb, but I didn’t get it.
What was Lanthimos trying to say?

The tone poem music written by Jerskin Hendrix, who also scored Poor Things to great acclaim, creates a jarring, unsettling mood with haunting voices seemingly crying in agony.
It really is something and maybe the part of the film I enjoyed or appreciated most.

Emma Stone and Jesse Plemons in Kinds of Kindness

Emma Stone and Jesse Plemons in Kinds of Kindness

The actors appeared to have a great time and the making of the film would have been highly rewarding for all involved, unfortunately it didn’t translate to this viewer.
I get it, all art is subjective and I’m defo not mad at them for making it, there is space for everything (mostly) and it’s not all for me.

For the longest time I haven’t put any reviews out for films that I didn’t like as there is too much negativity and trolling and crying online like “boo hoo, it was rubbish” but I don’t want to contribute and I hope that’s not what I’m doing here.
I am glad that these filmmakers are making the films they wish to make and maybe a repeat viewing in a few years may yield some more meaning. It wasn’t unentertaining. I just felt a bit left out.

The film paces along nicely and never seems too long or bloviated.

Don’t get it twisted, I love me a long movie. I recently watched Yi Yi, a Taiwanese film by Edward Yang that was 173 minutes and one of my all-time favourite films is Once Upon a Time in America by Sergio Leone and the last version I watched was 251 minutes and I loved every minute of it.
So, I’m not against long films in the slightest.

If there be substance, I be involved.

Margaret Qualley in Kinds of Kindness

Margaret Qualley in Kinds of Kindness

I haven’t read anything about it yet but I’m sure there are some smarter cookies than me out there all up on the inter web who can decipher the meanings. More power to them. I’ll have a read and see if my mind is changed but ultimately this one didn’t do it for me. :O(.

165 Minutes