The Bride!

I admire risk. In art it should be rewarded. But what if the risk is bad? What if it’s ugly or grotesque? What if it’s feverish and prickly? Should it be rewarded anyway? Director Maggie Gyllenhaal calls in favors for her cast: her "Batman" co-star, her Lost Daughter lead, her husband, and her brother. Like Frankenstein’s face staples, they cobble together this flood of feminist delirium, intending to assault the audience with radicalness. “What Mary Shelley would have said if she could,” might be the misguided thesis. Sure it’s risky, and the trailer was good. But the movie is icky and dumb. So how do I reward risk? I mean: they already have my money. What else do they want?