Because I am not a paid critic and don't have to see films I don't want to see, on lucky years I often avoid the clunkers completely. I wasn't so lucky this time -- but, on the other hand, now I legitimately do have a film to proclaim proudly as having all the criteria necessary for a "worst film of the year".
It's Alex Ross Perry's "Her Smell", a title that actually could fittingly describe the entire movie. It stars the usually responsible fine actress Elisabeth Moss (of TV's "Mad Men" and "The Handmaid's Tale") who actually co-produced this narcissistic imbecilic ego-trip that shows a self-destructive punk rocker during a recording session from Hell curse, vomit, bleed and spew vitriol at her friends for 2/3 of its 136 minutes, and a final 1/3 failing to atone for the rest. Moss does her own singing (though the songs suck), but nothing saves this amateur mess from becoming an ordeal for its viewers, each of which must certainly regret to have even attempted to sit through it.
To all Moss fans: you can spare yourself the embarrassment of seeing a fine actress make a fool of herself by rewatching instead her other fine movies and shows. It is hoped Moss will continue her climb in the future to legitimate acclaim so the memory of this deep and dank humiliation can slip sullenly and silently into the forgetful land of the irretrievable stinker.
It's Alex Ross Perry's "Her Smell", a title that actually could fittingly describe the entire movie. It stars the usually responsible fine actress Elisabeth Moss (of TV's "Mad Men" and "The Handmaid's Tale") who actually co-produced this narcissistic imbecilic ego-trip that shows a self-destructive punk rocker during a recording session from Hell curse, vomit, bleed and spew vitriol at her friends for 2/3 of its 136 minutes, and a final 1/3 failing to atone for the rest. Moss does her own singing (though the songs suck), but nothing saves this amateur mess from becoming an ordeal for its viewers, each of which must certainly regret to have even attempted to sit through it.
To all Moss fans: you can spare yourself the embarrassment of seeing a fine actress make a fool of herself by rewatching instead her other fine movies and shows. It is hoped Moss will continue her climb in the future to legitimate acclaim so the memory of this deep and dank humiliation can slip sullenly and silently into the forgetful land of the irretrievable stinker.
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