Few films motivate me to log on and write a review. This was one of them. Refn is no Paul Schrader, no Dario Argento. I'd like to say that The Neon Demon is style over substance but, while it has no substance, the style is that of a 15-year old on drugs and 70s movies. Long tracking shots of corridors lit in a purple haze to a techno soundtrack. The longer,the more interesting, right? No. Utter tedium. Oh, is it a meant to be a comment on the fashion industry? Fashion models aren't nice to each other? Give me a break. This film is too pretentious for words.
Review of The Neon Demon
