
A biological miracle with disastrous consequences in The Substance
Chris Forrester connects Coralie Fargeat’s award-winning body-horror sensation The Substance to its B-movie roots.
As is now something of a tradition with buzzy festival hits, The Substance (Fargeat, 2024) almost immediately became the subject of a discourse whose least productive concerns have more or less eclipsed much of the actual film they relate to. It’s an annual practice in the more knee-jerk segments of Film Twitter for questions like “Did (actor) have enough lines to count as a character?” or “Is this obvious critique an endorsement?” to loom like storm clouds over films at least worthy of more nuanced conversation, if not actual praise, but with The Substance the particular topics of argument seem to have steered the conversation directly away from the film’s most successful qualities. As Demi Moore’s Elisabeth Sparkle, an aging TV personality with a live-taped fitness program who begins taking a mysterious chemical to renew her lease on life (and youth) after losing her show due to her age, is told time and again by a never-identified voice on the phone when capital-S Substance abuse begins to cause problems (more on that later), we must “respect the balance.” The following is, I hope, something of a corollary to the discourse — an effort to tip the scales back toward equilibrium.
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