"The Substance" is a dark modern fable that starts out blaming men for reducing women to sex objects and then cuts deeper. Fargeat saves a special rage for women who conspire in their own diminishment, trading their soul in a pulse beat for a few more shining hours as a goddess.

At last, Cannes embraces body-horror schlock in Coralie Fargeat's "The Substance," but the film is more metaphorical than meaningful. Review.

Demi Moore is sensational, but this body-horror yarn loses its way - 3/5 Coralie Fargeat reimagines the historical misogynist ‘hagsploitation’ genre to powerful effect – at least until her film’s disg

There’s a self-referential note to the ’90s superstar’s role in Coralie Fargeat’s fable about ageism, making it doubly compelling.

As Demi Moore returns aged 61 in a pitch-black satire on ageing in Tinseltown, the one-time Brat Packer who notoriously posed nude and pregnant for Vanity Fair on why she's finally overcome decades of insecurity and self-loathing.

Three things need to be said about “The Substance” at the outset: First, it is a movie that’s so extreme that it makes you wonder — in the best way — if the filmmaker is crazy. Second, this is, without doubt,

The Substance” blowtorches a single idea for two hours and 20 minutes, and narratively it turns to ashes by minute 40. It’s easier for a movie to become a talking point that way. Film festival buzz, which “The Substance” enjoyed at its Cannes world premiere,

Coralie Fargeat’s sci-fi shocker follows the downward spiral of a 50-year-old movie star who resorts to drastic measures