“I cordially invite you to suck the biggest bag of fucking dicks, I’m talking SURPLUS SIZED!” - Valentine
My Valentine is unofficially the Mars Argo -> Titanic Sinclair -> Poppy pipeline meets The Neon Demon in low-budget Blumhouse style. Is that trashy as hell? Obviously. Can a dumpster fire be ignited by something meaningful? Absolutely. Can I enjoy something at the same time as I admit that it’s ethically questionable? Yes, and I think that’s kind of the point here. This movie is as pink and glittery on the outside as it is grey on the inside.
If you aren’t familiar with Poppy’s rise to fame and how they ended up where they are today, this movie might do nothing…