‘Neon Demon’ is the definition of killer fashion
If looks could kill, it’d be Neon Demon.
Forget the non-existent plot line, the cringe-worthy dialogue, or the frenetic pace of the entire lookbook of a film.
Because only when you see it for what it is – a fashion escapade – will you begin to appreciate what filmmaker Nicolas Winding Refn has accomplished. That’s more than 120 minutes of visual porn: a sartorially stunning, savagely sexy, and altogether scintillatingly sinister piece, one that satisfies the fashion famished. One which closely resembles any Steven Klein photoshoot that can be seen in publications from Interview to V.