This goes way harder than I was expecting it to.

It’s a bizarre peek into the always grotesque—and sometimes beautiful—brutality of motherhood. Some nasty body horror is carefully mixed into its almost unbearably tragic honesty. And that epic Joanna Newsom needle drop will end all men. I’ll be very surprised if this doesn’t get Adams a nomination.
Decades after decadent ’90s gothic bouquets like Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow and Francis Ford Coppola’s Dracula, Robert Eggers emerges from the shadows with his own cinematic phantasmagoria with Nosferatu, and just when we were craving it the most.
Lily-Rose Depp shines brightest here, delivering a full-bodied performance like some grotesque ballerina as she carries the film from start to finish. A role that could have so easily fallen into waifish stereotype instead outshines a room full of greats.
While this…
This direct sequel to Carrie is as underestimated as it is unnecessary. Still, its barrage of bizarre and anachronistic creative choices in no way discredit an excellent lead performance and the films very capable handling of rape culture decades before it was acceptable.