The Substance

For my money, one of the best things you can do this season is to run to see the French director Coralie Fargeat’s The Substance while it is still playing on the big screen.

Falls into the category of films that men like to claim as feminist.

Extraordinary... This is daring and stylish.

The Substance wields its power not with the precision of a scalpel but a jackhammer.

This is a film unlike any other you will see right now. It will not be to everyone's taste. For this reviewer, who craves originality, it is a winner.

The last 20 or so minutes of this movie — the best part — is wall-to-wall, nonstop blood and gore, mostly done with those old-school practical effects fans like me prefer. The delightful yuck factor made me forgive the film’s numerous problems.

Unlike its dual protagonists, The Substance is utterly unafraid of being wholly, unapologetically itself. We should all be so lucky.

...a workable premise that’s employed to hopelessly (and relentlessly) unwatchable effect by Fargeat...

It's one of the best body horrors we've gotten in a hot minute.

Here is a whole lot of movie with some very poignant ideas about culture.

"The Substance" explodes with wit, heart, soul, and a whole lot of blood and guts.

What fun!