‘Her Private Hell’ Review: Nicolas Winding Refn Gets Lost in His Own Private Filmmaking Hell with This David Lynch-on-Bad-Acid Disaster
"Her Private Hell" takes up where "The Neon Demon" left off — or maybe I should say where "Twin Peaks: The Return" left off, since the new movie plays like a knockoff of David Lynch at his most bafflingly obscure crossed with the hellscape fetishism of Gaspar Noé crossed with the world’s most avant-garde perfume commercial (which makes sense, since directing avant-garde perfume commercials is how part of Refn earns his living).
"Her Private Hell" takes up where "The Neon Demon" left off — or maybe I should say where "Twin Peaks: The Return" left off, since the new movie plays like a knockoff of David Lynch at his most bafflingly obscure crossed with the hellscape fetishism of Gaspar Noé crossed with the world’s most avant-garde perfume…
"Her Private Hell" takes up where "The Neon Demon" left off — or maybe I should say where "Twin Peaks: The Return" left off, since the new movie plays like a knockoff of David Lynch at his most bafflingly obscure crossed with the hellscape fetishism of Gaspar Noé crossed with the world’s most avant-garde perfume commercial (which makes sense, since directing avant-garde perfume commercials is how part of Refn earns his living).
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