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In Fabric Reviews

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½ May 13, 2019
I have no idea what the other reviewers were gushing over because this film was the biggest POS I've ever seen. What a waste of 2 hours of my life that I'll never get back. Oh, a red dress with the power to screw up your life? What a brilliant idea! Did a high school drama class come up with that?

And a red eyed creep wacking off at the sight of a menstruating mannequin. How originally erotic.... NOT!

I can't imagine why Strickland thought it would be a good idea to burn celluloid on this reeking piece of shiite other than he was able to con some investors to give him some cash based on his reputation.

It only shows to go you that the only good taste some people have is in their mouths.
½ April 17, 2019
When I saw it in the theater, there was a strange sound on the floor of the theater, and the audience felt panic. Although it was later known that it was temporary construction, such a film was suitable for combining such experience.
½ April 13, 2019
Engrossed in haunting imagery, "In Fabric" unleashes an outlandish and idiosyncratic tale of bewilderment and befuddlement. Peter Strickland's crimson palette soaks through the movie like a blood-stained tissue, dripping with peculiarities as far-out as they are nonsensical. Wholly original, if not wildly unconventional, this is certainly to be a film like few have seen before.
½ November 22, 2018
This is the shittiest movie I've ever seen. It is one long session of reveling in violence against women. The red dress, the symbol of female sexuality, here; Evil. It's the dress that kills. Coupled with ridicule of the attraction of sales/ consumer society. Silly, silly women wanting dresses that are red so men get all flustered with sexual feelings - because obviously we only put on dresses to make men want us. And the menstrual blood scene. For fucks sake, really? Coupling menstrual blood with violence? And that disgusting old man we have to witness jerking off? As if we females have not had to witness shit like that in copious amounts already? I call (patriarchal) bullshit. Art? Please. This is straight up simple sadistic pleasure in watching women get torn to pieces and end up in hell for daring to feel sexy in a red dress. Hint: Our sexuality is not for your taking. We don't even bleed for you. Our blood is the only blood not coupled with violence. We bleed to effing create life, not even birth is violent unless a man's thinking intervenes (yes, even in some women - the patriarchy is systemic, look it up if in doubt, please, not going to engage in discussions on how this shit works). Just to all the ladies: Don't bother with this one.
½ October 26, 2018
Critically acclaimed writer-director Peter Strickland's latest film is yet another indulgent and frustrating head-scretcher that can be perfectly summed up by the phrase: style over substance. And this time, I would add also repetitive, as the film seems to have material only for an hour, which it then stretches out unnecessarily into 118 minutes. To be fair, it starts off promisingly with a tone setting title sequence made up of increasingly frantic and disturbing stills, and the film does succeed in capturing and replicating the spirit of those slightly bewildering, hippy-trippy 70s horror B-movie or shows like Tales of the Unexpected to which it clearly intends to pay homage to. The thin story revolves around an evil red dress that Marianne Jean-Baptiste's lonely divorcee bought at the 'trusted department store' of Dentley & Soper, a place so sinister looking, I would not be surprised if their head office is located in the small Scottish island of Summerisle. The dress then proceed to create havoc and casualties all round until it lands sadly with a less interesting couple played by Hayley Squires and Leo Bill and the film repeats itself again for no discernible reason and just gets more bizarre for bizarre's sake. This has the potential to be a mildly amusing pastiche piece about consumerism with a few laughs to be had from the mean and catty dialogue; but that's all lost amongst the gibberish sprouting shop assistants who dwells in a dumbwaiter and camp bank managers who wants to know about your dreams. Nonsensical and derivative, unfortunately I find all this rather boring and a waste of my time.
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