Poor Things – 3

A sick movie. The fantasy sets of 19th century European cities were fun, especially Dickens’s London, but there was nothing to enjoy in the rest of the two hours and twenty minutes of ugliness. The story was beyond absurd and if that was to make a point, I surely missed it. Emma Stone’s Golden Globe performance struck me more as a party trick than acting; and as much as I like sex, the film’s obsession with it was numbing.  Willem Dafoe was good, as always. Friends counseled, if you can get past the first thirty minutes you’ll like it. I couldn’t find anything that changed.