Wow... The Neon Demon is just amazing. A piece of art that is unconventional, intense, daring and transgressor. I would say that it borders the aesthetical perfection, with some parts that are just mesmerizing. Having watched it on the big screen (well, the screen of the small room of the lovely American Cosmograph, is not that big), there are a couple of sections that made me feel as if I were in the middle of a VJ session :-). This work of art combines the beauty of the image (and bodies :-) with the sick and grotesque with lunatic mastery.
Branding it of transgressor is rather justified considering that it portrays one of the most extreme sex scenes that I've ever watched on a "normal" movie (guys, we're talking about lesbian necrophilia!), but the whole feeling of the film is transgressor, fresh and addictive. Furthermore, there is a moral in the story, I would sum it up like "Obsessions with beauty can rot you to the bone". I don't feel like taking about the plot, this is just a total must film, a sensorial experience that is better to taste without previous ideas of its many flavors. I'll just add that I fully agree with this critic in the wikipedia article:
"A horror film is what The Neon Demon is (sort of). It’s set in the Los Angeles fashion world, and it’s the kind of movie in which models look like mannequins that look like slasher-film corpses, and corpses look like love objects. Beauty mingles with mangled flesh, and each fastidiously slick image seems to have come out of Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me or The Shining or a very sick version of a Calvin Klein commercial. Every scene, every shot, every line of dialogue, every pause is so hypnotically composed, so luxuriously overdeliberate, that the audience can’t help but assume that Refn knows exactly what he’s doing — that he’s setting us up for the kill."
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