Don’t Worry Darling (2022) is kind of creepy, sitting in the anxieties expressed by films like The Stepford Wives (1975) and The Village (2004), or the frustrations of some incel’s vitriolic rant. There’s a lot to make anyone with a penis fell uncomfortable, even ashamed?
I know this makes me some kind of ignoramus, but reading Shakespeare feels like reading code, it’s English but not as we know it. Add my instinct that it’s been fetishised, weaponised to exclude all but the few, and I can’t help feeling outside, the way slang privileges a niche group.
Celebrated performance artist Saul Tenser (Viggo Mortensen) has accelerated evolution syndrome, his body is constantly developing new organs. At public surgeries Tenser removes and exhibits his mutated organs.
That said, the man has more ideas floating around here than you’ll see in half a dozen other films combined.
Season One of The Rings of Power feels more like a setup for what’s to come. The whole thing raises so many more questions than it answers. There are only nine episodes. I would’ve liked twice that to make it feel as if it goes somewhere. I only hope the production doesn’t get lost in the quagmire of epic budgets and creative freedoms.