This film is quite boring and disappointing. Daniel Day-Lewis's character has a strong base for a movie exploring toxic masculinity, but loses every potential to a mild tale of domestic disagreements between a young wife and a morose, insufferable husband. Vicky Krieps's character was good, compelling even, but she got lost in the dull narrative. It is strange. The acting, costumes and cinematography are quite remarkable, a couple of quotes are striking. But these elements are not enough to make the film interesting on their own. It's like the plot actually spoils everything good the film had to offer. What a sad thing.

“I never really liked myself. I thought my shoulders were too wide. My neck was skinny like a bird. And I had no breasts. I felt my hips were larger than needed and my arms too strong.But in his work I become perfect, and I feel just right.”

Un modisto obsesivo de Londres de los años 50, encuentra en una joven mujer una musa que poco a poco altera su orden perfecto. Lo que inicia como una relación creativa se transforma en un vínculo complejo, marcado por el control, la dependencia y el poder emocional. En los puntos positivos tenemos las actuaciones impecables (especialmente de Daniel Day-Lewis), estética elegante y cuidada y una historia poco convencional que atrapa por su tensión silenciosa. En los puntos negativos tenemos el ritmo muy pausado que puede sentirse pesado y una narrativa sutil que no conecta con todos. Una película delicada como seda fina… pero con puntadas que pueden incomodar si no entras en su juego.