You, who looks like you, but you're not yourself.

A Different Man — 3.5/5

I struggle with this one. I enjoyed it, particularly in contrast to the body-horror-in-a-different-way 'The Substance' which also plays with stylistic flourishes, though overdone and more celebrated, while this one had a humanity to it absent from that one. The first half, or even three-quarters, is a banger of low-key surrealism, centered around a sympathetic lead. Sebastian Stan does a great job of splitting himself between the before and after, feeling like the same person, but different, but the same. He does a good job of mucking up his good lucks, bringing it to a place of a guy who could be hot but doesn't know how to put himself together. By the time Adam Pearson shows up, the movie's riding high on petty jealousy that someone didn't need to change what they were to become who they were. But then that ending! Your disability doesn't make you who you are? It doesn't matter if you've changed your mask if you live inside a shell? I mean... yes? But no? It feels like telling a shy person "have you tried talking to other people?" Fuck you, friend. Or fuck me for placing too much pity on them to think that the disability does mark their life. Shit, maybe I'm in the wrong here, fuck.