The film remains one of the most twisted evocations of godliness gone awry.
Here’s hoping that Carey walks in her shimmery doppelganger’s footsteps.
The film superficially evokes the tale of Hansel and Gretal and while there are some nice scares throughout, Francois Ozon did this kind of thing better with his Criminal Lovers.
Audition plays out like a comfy companion piece to Shall We Dance? before evolving into a torturous freakshow not unlike Baise-moi.
Tender loving adult care may go far, but survival in the ghetto seems to be one part adult intervention and one part blind luck.
It’s difficult to watch the doc and not think about how these lives could have been saved if mothers had the luxury of aborting their pregnancies.
No woman can rock like Polly Jean Harvey, not even punk priestess Patti Smith.
Every single image is ravishingly beautiful, like watching Secret Beyond the Door in Technicolor.