Not to sound like Dr. Seuss, but I did not like this movie, I did not like Demi Moore in this movie, and I did not like the theme of this movie. And if I want to watch bodies split open and disgorge awful slimy things, I’ll watch Alien (1979). This movie starts with a sort of leotard-leg-warmer-Jamie Lee Curtis- in-Perfect (1985) vibe. Then it becomes a ham fisted fable about a middle aged woman who suddenly realizes that even though she can still slither into a skimpy dress, she can no longer hide the crepey skin. And finally the movie just descends into campy horror complete with squishy ripping sounds and sticky mutating body parts. The self-defining scene where Demi Moore smears her make up all over her face (she winds up looking like Alice Cooper) was maudlin and lacking in nuance (if you ask me, and no one did). I really do not understand why this movie is nominated for Best Picture. In 2025, Demi Moore couldn’t find a better role than that of an attractive woman scared out of her gourd because she’s getting older? If the moral of the story is that you don’t have to be a spring chicken to make a difference, I’d rather watch Kate Winslett in Lee (2023) with all her crow’s feet and smoker’s lips. This movie does nothing to promote the idea that the experiences of older women have value.
