The Oscars, the one and only awards show I watch with any sort of full interest, is airing in a couple of weeks which means that, in spite of my protestations to the contrary, I'm scrambling to see all ten of the Best Picture nominees. Last week, I wrote reviews for the 5 best known pictures of the group. Today, I want to talk about my brain.
I'm pretty sure my brain is breaking.
Either that, or the movies Oscar is nominating are getting better, less stupid, more coherent, more worthy of views.
Emilia Perez was the first surprise. I can't stop talking about how great a story and how great the writing is on this film.
But I thought that was the last surprise because the remaining five movies looked wildly stupid and I'm not about to spend time and money going to theaters to see a movie I'm 98% sure I'm going to hate. I'd rather do that in the privacy of my own home.
But, yesterday, I broke my vow (The one I made after BUYING "Nomadland" from Amazon) that I was NOT going to buy or rent any of these films. I rented "The Substance" from Amazon and watched it. Bob and Brian had been mocking this film on their show all week and since I had the afternoon off I figured I'd give it a look.
Six buck and two hours later I was agog, aghast, and everything else.
I not only didn't hate it, I liked it, I was entertained by it, I GOT IT!
"The Substance" starring Demi Moore, opens as a commentary on society's value of women over the age of 50. Set in Hollywood in what I believe is the 80's or early 90's (based on the clothes and the omnipresent mauve carpeting in Moore's apartment, although they do have cell phones, so take that for what you want). Moore is Elizabeth Sparkles, and aging actress who's starred in her own jazzercise show for decades. On her 50th birthday her boss (Played wildly by a clearly deranged Dennis Quaid) fires her and begins the search to find someone younger, hotter, newer.
In the immortal words of "How I Met Your Mother's" Barney Stinson, "New is Always Better."
Elizabeth Sparkles is in a car accident on her way home from work. In the ER she meets a fairly weird male nurse who slips her a card for "The Substance." She follows this weird rabbit hole, taking the substance which creates a younger alter-ego. Each one lives 7 days and then switches, NO EXCEPTIONS.
Pretty cool, right?
The new girl let's call her Sue, because that's her name in the movie, auditions and gets the job as the star of a new jazzercise show. She works and lives 7 days, then switches and Sparkles lives for 7 days. In the meantime, the one lives the other lies comatose in the bathroom, living off of some premeasured goo through in IV.
Still with me?
Almost predictably, Sue's life spins upward, with talk show appearances, screaming fans, all of it. Sparkles' life is a complete downward spiral sinking into the world of TV watching and late-night binge eating. The Sue starts to take extra time: at first a few hours, then a day or two. What can that hurt, right?
While the ending of this film does devolve into some kind of over-the-top 1950's era space horror, the message is clear: Women of a certain age are not valued in this country. Not for employers, not for the younger generation, not for themselves. There's a scene where Sparkles is getting ready for a date with a man her own age, someone who thinks she's the prettiest girl anywhere. The scene is heartbreaking for me, a woman in that age group, to watch this beautiful, glamorous star doubt herself to the point of violence.
This is not going to be everyone's cup of coffee, I know. There's a ridiculous amount of nudity, although it's hardly there for titillation, more a sterile, medical, comparative look at women's bodies as they age. The language isn't terrible, just turn off the sound when Dennis Quaid shows up. There is a ton of blood and gore, I'm not going to lie. I had to cover my eyes a couple times. That said, I thoroughly enjoyed this weird picture.
Demi Moore should absolutely be the front runner for Best Actress. Unlike when she did "Striptease" (And everyone said she was so brave) she really shows courage here, allowing her body to be used and abused by the Substance and by Sue. I haven't seen her do emotional work like this since "St. Elmo's Fire" and I'm very excited to see a 62-year-old woman look as awesome as she does and then be confident enough in herself to allow the film to twist her into something unrecognizable.
It's doubtful "The Substance" will win best picture. I won't be shocked if it does, but it's unlikely. There are too many other films that are just better and more accessible. But it's worth the six bucks for a rental on Amazon Prime.
You be the judge. Is it a good movie is my brain really broken?