Synopsis
A self-destructive punk rocker struggles with sobriety while trying to recapture the creative inspiration that led her band to success.
A self-destructive punk rocker struggles with sobriety while trying to recapture the creative inspiration that led her band to success.
Elisabeth Moss Cara Delevingne Dan Stevens Agyness Deyn Gayle Rankin Ashley Benson Dylan Gelula Virginia Madsen Amber Heard Eric Stoltz Eka Darville Lindsay Burdge Hannah Gross Daisy Pugh-Weiss Jessie Pinnick Yusef Bulos Keith Poulson Jeremy Sample Kentucker Audley Alexis Krauss Clive Piotrowicz Craig Butta David Godlis Stephen Gurewitz Andrew Nunziata Kelsey Kummerl
Нейният аромат, Onun Kokusu, Нейното ухание, Її запах, Звезда на грани, 그녀의 내음, 她的气味, 她的搖滾滋味, Mirosul ei, הריח שלה, Njen vonj, ハースメル
Serious contender for my fave film of the year. I wasn't expecting it to be as funny as it is. Elisabeth Moss had me in tears. Alex Ross Perry's dialogue and direction are tight. And Sean Price Williams's 35mm 2 perf and 4 perf cinematography is lush and exciting.
I hope this film is remembered during awards season. Alex is notoriously over-looked at the Spirits. Let's hope this changes.
Watched it on the big screen at Arclight, Hollywood.
Opening Night (1977) ... but make it grungier, bloodier, louder, dizzier, nastier, stormier, gayer, and riot grrrlier 😜
“promise me momma, when i die have the coffin arrive half an hour late and on the side written in gold letters are the words: sorry for the delay”
incoherent, chaotic and cathartic brilliance. lizzie moss not even being nominated at the oscars for this will continue to confuse me
So about that title. It stinks. It’s pungent and rancid. “Her Smell” could have a positive connotation, but you just know that it doesn’t here. There’s a hostility to it, like an odorous barrier you’d have to get through in order to reach the woman exuding it. Viewers familiar with any of Alex Ross Perry’s previous films will probably be holding their noses as they walk into this one. Newbies might want to follow suit.
Perry knows what he’s doing. His work has always had the courage to be profoundly unpleasant. We’re talking about a guy whose breakthrough film (“The Color Wheel”) was a micro-budget 16mm road trip comedy that built to a sudden eruption of incest, and whose comparatively…
I'm just a little underwhelmed but I have a very strong feeling Alex Ross Perry has the potential to make my favorite movie some day
“i don’t wanna see what happens next”
a claustrophobic nightmare with the volume turned all the way up until the speakers blow. in the quiet aftermath, the catharsis is strangely gratifying. chaos, regret and understanding. usually movies like this are about the rise and fall, not the other way around. elizabeth moss’s twisted monologues slide off her tongue so effortlessly that it’s almost scary, and the rest of the cast make easy work of their parts as well. this has such a unique vibe that i doubt it could ever be copied, and it seems like a daunting task to even try
“no matter what happens next, thank you for letting me be who i am”
AFI 2018: film #12
“sometimes i don’t even know myself”
the first of the fest to really make me cry, this is electric until it isn’t. a dizzying ride until it takes time to catch it’s breath, but the two very different vibes combined make it truly great
A day after Judy inspired me to say I was sick of “biopics that focus exclusively on the miserable final months of great artists, with occasional flashbacks to the ‘glory days’ that reveal how they never were all that glorious” I wound up putting on this fictional movie about a great artist in the depths of addiction. You couldn’t ask for a better illustration of Ebert’s old rule about the fact that it’s not what a movie’s about, it’s how it’s about it.
While Judy is hemmed in by all kinds of things — the historical record, fans expectations, Renee Zellweger having to do as much impersonating as acting — Her Smell can explore all of the same ideas about fame,…
“you can’t be fully aquiainted with becky something until you want her to fuck off. remember that”
had to breathe through 3 minor panic attacks during this viewing, even though i’ve seen it multiple times already. catastrophic. the chaos this thing emits is constantly ringing in my ears