Love Lies Bleeding

Not many artists are this brave when it comes to probing at our sexual desires, and what they reveal about us.

If Saint Maude was a slow burn portrait of loneliness and obsession with a killer's sting on its tail, this is a brilliantly visceral sucker punch of a film.

This is a movie that will find its people. And once it does, cult status is more or less assured.

The film is at its most fun and original when it leans into surrealism.

Glass chooses to swerve this hellbound vehicle off the beaten highway, and, as with French body-horror hit Titane... coherence is thrown to the wind. This is essentially a superior B-movie that gets too pumped up on its own aesthetic steroids.

British film-maker Rose Glass lets rip with some pure roid-rage cinema in this uproarious, horribly violent and lethally smart noir thriller sited in the Venn diagram overlap between bodybuilding, murder and sex.

The film is dark and often intensely gruesome, but there's a terrific undercurrent of raw emotion even in the more outrageous situations. So as it closes its grip on us, the movie becomes a skilfully lurid, heady mix of romance, murder and bodybuilding.

this caper lives up to the internet hype, cementing its two stars as cult heroes, and confirming its director as an exciting talent.

Kristen Stewart gives the performance she’s been wanting to give her whole career in Rose Glass’s Love Lies Bleeding, a hard-knuckled, hard-boiled B-movie on steroids that comes on like a cross between the Coen brothers’ Blood Simple and Thelma & Louise.

Love Lies Bleeding’s portrait of doomed, dangerous romance knows where it’s going: straight into the pantheon of New Queer Cinema.