Like with her debut feature, Revenge, Fargeat's subversion of the "male gaze" is limited to most peripheral reading of what is, at least in academia, a vital analytical concept.
The Substance is a natural, stylish evolution of Revenge in visuals, form, and theme. Elisabeth, and her younger counterpart, Sue (Margaret Qualley), represent classic feminine archetypes. Sue, particularly, shares Revenge’s affinity for bubblegum pink-loving girlies with big star or heart earrings and flaming mythical creatures.
With "The Substance," Fargeat, who helmed the excellent, brutal, bubble-gum-colored thrillride that was "Revenge," has crafted a overstuffed, bonkers, blood-soaked saga about women and the hell they're put through all in the name of modern beauty standards.
Writer-and-director Coralie Fargeat’s viscera-splattered follow-up to 2017’s Revenge is about as subtle as a bludgeon to the head, or, indeed, a needle to the thigh. Thankfully, it’s also much more perversely enjoyable than either of those experiences. Just as long as you’re not squeamish at the sight of blood, cascades of organs and the most grotesque prosthetic creations since 1989’s Society.
In her second film, French writer-director Coralie Fargeat (2017's "Revenge") calls on boundary pushers such as Gaspar Noé, Nicolas Winding Refn and Davids Lynch and Cronenberg in her raging body horror sci-fi nightmare.
As the next film from Fargeat, who wrote and directed Revenge, a brutal deconstruction of final girls in rape/retribution genre flicks, The Substance is every bit as driven and wrathful, albeit with a heightened, darkly funny mean-streak.