Lunacy. Delicacy. Intimacy. Whatever -acy you want to call it. Frankenstein for feminists? Maybe. Sexual liberation at its finest. Yorgos manages to take something a simple idea and make it into this ethereal art form that I couldn’t have even imagined to be true before today. This is why filmmaking is art. The ability to take a film and have dozens of teams working on it and make it so choreographed in a way that’s almost natural but surreal while making the absolute most unique film of the decade - better yet, one of the most unique films ever, is truly talent. Not only that, but Emma Stone just keeps getting better with every film she makes. She seems to be getting more comfortable on screen, which I guess comes hand in hand with getting better.