Golden Hour #033: Eve before the Apple

a review of POOR THINGS

‘I’m a changeable feast, as are all of we.’

Last night I ventured into central Frome and visited our local cinema. It’s a small, three-screen theatre, independently run. Tickets are £4.50 and during every film there is an interval when staff come round with little tubs of ice cream. It is, without a doubt, one of my favourite things about living in a small countryside town.

I bought a ticket to the 8pm showing of Poor Things, directed by Yorgos Lanthimos, whose other films (The Favourite and The Lobster) I’d enjoyed. Judging from the blurb – a dead woman comes back to life as a sex-obsessed three year old – it seemed like it was going to be on the wackier end of Lanthimos’s ouvre. And I was right—from the costumes to the camera-work, the film is deeply surreal, set in an alt-England where fantastical things can and do occur.