I watched The Neon Demon tonight. Also known as "America's Next Top Corpse".
It starts with your standard "I'm going to run away and become a model" bullshit because girls aren't allowed to admit they're good at anything but being pretty. Our girl Jesse is staying at a skeevy motel run by creepy-pedo Keanu Reeves (who has, like, four lines and he reads them like he does any other set of lines: as if he's literally made of cardboard, which means he should be up for some kind of an award soon, I guess.) She's kind of seeing the guy who took her first set of photos for her portfolio and he's pretty much the only nice person in this movie which is the exact OPPOSITE of how "Trust me, I'm a photographer" normally works out.
Enter Ruby, the makeup artist. She seems OK, if a bit on the "predatory lesbian" side of the fence. She just wants the new girl to have some fun and make some contacts in the industry, right?
|Well... she starts out nice, anyway.|
But, hey. She's pretty and she can make money from that, right?
|I think the message in this shot is that fame is a drug and it'll do weird things to your face... Like meth.|
No, seriously. Eaten alive. As in "Chow Down at Chik-Fil-A". Not an example of pretty language. Literal food. Which is weird because they make a point of stating earlier in the movie that they don't eat. An "I don't drink... wine" moment? Maaaaaaaaaaaybe.
|I mean, you knew this had to happen when Ruby went to town on her latest dead client. Oh, hey, boob.|
What did we learn from all of this?
|Besides the fact that Australian girls have a mean right hook?|
|This girl is a chameleon. I kind of hate her a little.|
It gives me so much insight into how Cindy Crawford and Naomi Campbell still look so good.
If trippy, beautiful, cinematically brilliant horror is your thing, this is for you.