I am still unsure whether
Coralie Fargeat meant for
The Substance to be taken seriously or not. There was a similar misunderstanding when it comes to
Lars Von Trier's
The House That Jack Built, where the audience were laughing, unable to comprehend in the intensity of the film, while the director was dead serious. The experience I had watching
The Substance reminded me of this confusion. The film is so over the top, it beats the absurdity of
Sam Raimi's horror-comedies.
The movie is extremely good at inducing an orgasmic level of
Norepineuphoria, which comes from the drug that arouses the senses. This is why horror films often have sexual elements to them. This way the horror is stronger. The feeling is multiplied. Both fear, the fight or flight response and orgasm are coming from the release of the same chemicals in the brain. And
The Substance is optimized spectacularly to cause as much of the substance in your brain as possible.
I can see how using
Demi Moore makes the story work. At first, knowing only the bare minimum about the film, I was thinking that the movie will be about how Demi Moore is ugly in comparison to
Margaret Qualley. And yes, it is in a way kind of about it. But I didn't expect Demi Moore to be kind of good looking in the film. The beginning of the film shows her in an extremely good shape, actually. Yes, with a couple of signs of age, but not anything too serious. And that is kind of the point, I guess. Because her trying to fix her "ugliness" made her truly ugly. And yet, I cannot stop thinking about it in a kind of "Elephant Man" way. The movie wasn't trying to make me feel sorry for the main character, but it did. Or maybe I'm just too empathetic and should have laughed at how ugly she is. On the other hand, it could be that Coraline Fargeat meant for this to elicit sorrow, and I just failed to understand the technique by which she did it.
The film is kind of like "The Neon Demon" by
Nicolas Winding Refn, where a young girl sweeps the industry, making the other ones hate her for that, instead here both of them are the same person. Just a different version of the same person.
In a way the film could be read as a cautionary tale for drugs. And how addiction, or dependence is developed. But I think it is a better example of evils of plastic surgery. People do small adjustments here and there, then get old, and look so much worse, than what they would have looked like otherwise, had they didn't do any alterations to their appearance. And yet, again, drugs! The symptoms, the behavior... if you remove all the supernatural elements, you are left with a character that looks like a crack-head.
The energy of the movie is insane. It tops maybe even
Babylon by
Damien Chazelle. It is, as I already said, very gory... like, you don't even imagine how gory it is. And yet in the same time it is pornographically sexy... like, you don't even imagine how sexy it is. It is like she took the style of
Michael Bay and how he shoots pretty women, and made an over the top mockery of it. Like she made an over the top version of what
Michael Bay would have done!!! In the same time a lot of the film emphasizes and overemphasizes the ugliness of everything. From camera positions to choices of what to show, the movie is trying its best to make you throw up. While a second later it tries its best to make you ejaculate.
I don't know if I should have taken the movie seriously, but thank God to my defense mechanisms, because this was a blast, it was a comedy gold. Gross, in all the best ways. Sexy in all the strangest aspects. Like, there is a tense, absolutely absurd scene, where an entire group of characters review footage of Margaret Qualley's ass frame by frame, that I don't understand how this movie should have been anything but an absurdist comedy. Yet at some points the stuff is so intensely real that I think the film for a second became a Lars Von Trier's movie. In any case, if you want to puke while cumming, I recommend you to inject some of
The Substance.
Happy Hacking!!!