Poor Things

The perfection of this movie is slightly off-putting and almost ungratifying. Yorgos found a rewarding balance between the streamlined narrative and his signature novelty. The creative choices are accessible in appeal and don't seem diminished for the sake of mainstream allure. There are impressive thought pieces that can mold to fit the individual viewer. There is also a maintained harmony in what the film communicates and what it curiously questions. Madame Swiney's snarky comments concurrently serve purposes ranging from comedic intrigue to a layer of perspective in Eastern mysticism. This open but driven world allows for liberty and elasticity in enjoyment. My initial complaints are that the first chapter drags on long enough to disturb the pace by relying on its eccentricity and that almost every shot is exceptional—to the extent that it conditions the audience to under-appreciate the highlights. It was consistently charming, yet it lacked a grand timing or an orchestrated show-stopper. Contrary to its dense premise, the last chapter faded away. It raises the bar to its demise.