Moody, surreal, obtuse. If you like Nicolas Winding Refn's recent opus such as Valhalla Rising and Drive, you will also like The Neon Demon. In signature Refn fashion, he tiptoes the line between thriller and art-school thesis, this time appropriating the high-gloss sheen and shallowness of the L.A. fashion scene in both subject and structure. It plays like a fever dream. It feels like waking up when the credits roll. It will haunt you for days.
Review of The Neon Demon
