There isn’t a woman alive who has not pasted a shiny smiling face on her monster body at some point.

Spoilers, sweetie…

Peg and I had the benefit of an empty theatre to ourselves so we could comment to one another with impunity in the midst of things — like that absolutely brilliant Vertigo music cue.

Fear of aging, and yes, Age’s resentment of Youth, but also Youth’s hatred of the Age they will become. Hence the violent destruction of the future, which I found truly chilling. Fargeat is always willing to take you right into the revulsion and then zoom in deeper. I may be a more squeamish viewer than in my old grizzled past, but I peeked through my fingers a lot because it was a lot.

Demi Moore and Margaret Qualley were both superb.

The sound design turned everything up to 11. So effective. My nightmares will be Dennis Quaid eating with his mouth open more so than any gory tableau [::shudder::]. The production design and use of colour were all superb, including the titular product.

The most unrealistic thing: so much walking! Nobody walks in L.A. or as Missing Persons would amend, ‘Only a nobody walks in L.A.’ It’s possible this is the reason but I suspect it was more likely budgeting and location restrictions (it was filmed in Paris). The limited outside shots hid the geography, but that L.A. vibe wasn’t replicated.

Heartbreaking to hear that Ray Liotta was originally cast in the role Quaid took. He did an admirable job, absolutely stellar! But oh how Liotta would have eaten that up. He had such a great combination of allure and menace.

I won’t say much more as Peg and I have recorded an episode of her podcast The Witching Hour is Nigh that will be available soon. We had a whole lot to say about this film.