I still don't like Timothee Chalamet for the way he stabbed Woody Allen in the back. He must want people to keep associating him with Armie Hammer. He's starring in a cannibal movie called Bones and All.
Owen Gleiberman in Variety contrasts it with vampire movies:
...the feedings aren’t sleekly suggestive the way they are in a vampire film. We see the characters ripping into bodies and munching away, the flesh coming off in chunks, the blood splattering everywhere. When they’re done with a meal, it will look like a serial killer was there. If that sounds a touch grotesque, it is; I found the scenes garish and unpleasant. Yet the ultimate reason they’re no fun to sit through is that cannibalism, in this movie, has no higher (or lower) meaning, no import beyond itself. It doesn’t signify anything … at all. The characters may, for a few moments, act like flesh-hungry zombies, but they’re not zombies. They’re meant to be sexy and sympathetic and relatable. How does watching them eat other people fit into that?
And this is based on a young adult novel.
From the director of Call Me By Your Name.
Cleverly opening in theaters Thanksgiving weekend.
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