Well, I don't know... I really don't know. Some filmscare are like that, they try to force too much for being different and in some points, it is artificial and meaningless. First of all I have to start with what I like ; colours in the movie! It is so cool dark but at the same time so brilliant. There are too many conversations and no connection between them. Some of them ok but again forced for me. What kind of LGBT movie is this? I don't know. Thanks God I didn't watch this movie in a film festival or theater because it is boring for me. I didn't finish yet last 30 min but I have some doubts about the end. Probably it will not give anything to me. Final words ; ok but do not expect too high. Average and almost semi amateur. Demi Moore was ok. Love to see stars like that as a supporter in movies.

I absolutely adore this movie. It is so thoroughly, delightfully queer in every sense of the word. It so perfectly blends the cinematic influences it's drawing from (obviously Anger and Fassbinder, but also cult camp classics like "Absolutely Beginners" and "Crimes of Passion") while also being utterly singular. Andre Riseborough has been getting a lot of the attention for this movie, and she's great in it, but Harry Melling is absolutely killing it in this film. He so inhabits Arthur's internal struggles with his masculinity and sexuality in a way that feels startlingly authentic. The final dance sequence is my favorite moment from a movie this year, and maybe in the past few years. Absolute queer joy personified.

This movie is "not for everyone," but what percentage of cinema really is "for" anyone?

I can't imagine I'll be more aggravated by another performance this year than I was by Andrea Riseborough's in this movie.

I'll never complain about a movie trying to give us something we haven't seen before, so credit where credit is due. But this film is a misfire from top to bottom. Set in a hyper-artificial world that reads like a love child between John Waters and David Lynch, the film is full of anger, frustration, and sadness about being forced into social norms that don't fit. I like the concept on paper, but this movie is intolerable. Nobody felt like a real character, nothing happening felt like it had any urgency, everything felt exaggerated and arbitrary. Riseborough is the worst offender -- why deliver a line like a normal human being when you can instead grimace and mug and throw yourself on the floor for no conceivable reason. But nobody comes out of this movie unscathed. The only scenes that featured characters having actual conversations of any substance sounded like gender identity podcasts.

It was like this movie was trying from the outset to be a cult classic, not understanding that cult classics can't be manufactured. I very much disliked it.

Grade: D.