Describing The Neon Demon (a title almost as unpronounceable as The Rural Juror) as a psychological thriller gives it too much credit. The scenes that were meant to evoke nervous tension were mostly met with either laughter or repulsion: after investing in the characters so little, and seeing no pretense of friendliness between them, I was not particularly shocked by these women literally ripping each other apart. The only moments that seemed to ruffle the audience were horrifyingly violent and pornographic—and lasted far too long.

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