Poor Things:
/ Great
A pregnant woman commits suicide, and the surgeon who finds her body decides to transplant the brain of the unborn child into the mother. "Naturally," her child-like curiosity disguised behind the adult exterior leads to sexual promiscuity and her clinical objectification of the human experience.
Rarely has a movie left me this perplexed. I don't know what the point was, what message they were sending,
why they were sending said message, etc. The whole film reeks of a stoner's proliferation of a moment of "profoundness" that basically just comes off as really odd to any sober person around at the time. I honestly have no idea how it got the Oscar nods. Nothing is exceptional in this feature-length collection of art house concepts.