"The Substance"— an incredible, indelible, and viscerally inedible film I loved and will never watch again
Director Coralie Fargeat possesses a hellish gift: the ability to make a long shot of a needle suturing Demi Moore's mangled back just as nauseating as a close-up of Dennis Quaid eating shrimp. The Substance is a sinful flick, dredged from the funniest depths of hell, and I adored it.
The film opens on a whimsically centered, clinically lit …
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