The Reflecting Skin

Some arrogant film student with a camera saw a David Lynch movie and thought he could imitate it, not understanding that Lynch actually built worlds and characters within his weirdness and wasn't just weird for the sake of it, and anyone who watches this vapid, empty, irritating, arrogant, phony garbage suffers for it. No matter what the description says, this ain't horror. It ain't even close. It's arthouse for the sake of arthouse nonsense. The scenery is pretty. The rest is incompetent, emotionally hollow, self-important shit, and I will not give it more energy than what it already took from me for 90 minutes.