The Final Girl

Those seeking standard elements like plot, story arcs and character development should look elsewhere. Except for the large ornate tats on most of the cast this obsessively artsy film could have come from the French New Wave Movement of the 1960s -'70s. Narratives were relegated to the back seat in favor of abstract presentations focused on moods, largely via new (at the time) visual concepts.

This emulates most of those components. Sparse dialog; unusually long transitions - as in someone doing a lot of walking with no particular purpose; lenses uncomfortably close to actors; grainy look of bleak sets and mostly-depressed characters within them; random switches from color to B&W; an ending as vague and open to interpretation as a Jackson Pollack painting. All that wrapped around a sprinkling of soft-core moments of sex and nudity, with their erotic value muted by the detached attitudes of the players. Everyone is browsing; nobody's buying. Ultimately more pretentious than entertaining or enlightening.

This used to be on netflix and i used to goon to it as a kid while it was on there i randomly like last week went hunting to find this now i can actually read what their saying and not just goon thanks big brain anyways the last part of this is just to fill the space😭🙏

I hurt the Gingerbread Boy, Cause he's pretend-bread boy.

Little cookie man never waved to me, So he got knocked out.

Man, cause I flow.

La Jiggy Jar Jar Doo, Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur.

Man, I just flow.

Shoe Shine, No one wanted your stinking tiara, Cause no one wanted your sticky chair.

And why you always talk about the cool kids who take archery, Yeah, you're a shrinky dink.

You'll get a funeral if you don't wise up and call me Carl Poppa, (Oh, oh-oh, oh) La Jiggy Jar Jar Do, Dur Dur Dur Dee Dur.

No pun intended and I am talking about the title of the movie. Final Girl is used or known (at least up to this point in 2022) as a girl who is the last one to survive a horror movie. That doesn't mean she will be alive in the end (no pun intended), but it surely is something completely different than what we get in the movie here.

While the movie is not explicit, it is quite daring and goes places - no pun intended. Especially when it comes to the use of hands and their use in sexual act(s). The actresses make it seem as if there is actually something going on. Not that I reckon that was actually the case. Still you should be aware of that - may only be a couple of scenes, but maybe you are bugged by this or you are looking forward to it.

Not sure if the rest of the movie is enough to warrant a watch ... that will be up to you to decide.

The single star is awarded here for the dubious achievement in actually getting this project out of the mind onto the table and to the screen.

I cannot fathom how this film got distribution anywhere but the living rooms of the director's friends. The story is aimless, vacuous and dreary. The episodic 'arty' black-and-white sequences with 'arty' photography and overlaid narration are clichéd, cringe-inducing and pretentious. The characters are singularly unsympathetic, uninteresting and unattractive - intellectually as well as physically, I'm afraid - and the acting abilities are dismal. The sex sequences are empty, random, wholly depressing and lack any sensuality. Simply awful.

Minimal plot, if at that. Parts in color and parts in B&W. At the start, a woman is doing a striptease. And she has colorful tattoos (tats). She goes to a building to rent a room and the woman says the other woman left, and some of her stuff was left behind. When asked if she has the security deposit, she provides an interesting response. More skin, more tats, more breasts and body piercings. And smoking. Lots of smoking, since this film is French. Later she meets another woman, and there is more skin, tats and smoking. We find the woman who left did not use the door, and left behind a diary. And more smoking. It can get boring, since with little dialogue and an attempt to be super artsy, if fails.