Lux | Vox

★★½ (2.5/4) Recommended if you like: Requiem for a Dream, The Idol (but good), crying in the club.

Vox Lux is a fascinating failure for some, a visionary masterpiece for others. It asks: What if a trauma survivor became a monster, and we all bought tickets? It doesn’t offer answers, just a glittery, screaming void. See it for Raffey Cassidy’s dual performance (she also plays Celeste’s daughter in Act II) and Portman’s fearless commitment. Just don’t expect to feel good about pop music ever again. Vox Lux

Watching Vox Lux feels like standing too close to a speaker at a stadium pop concert: it’s loud, disorienting, occasionally brilliant, and ultimately numbing. Brady Corbet’s operatic tragedy isn’t really a music biopic. It’s a horror film about the birth of modern fame—specifically, the kind of fame that eats its young and spits out a hollowed, sequined shell. ★★½ (2