‘the Perfection’ Is A Gayer, Gorier, Goofier ‘tÁr’ — And Fringe Netflix At Its Finest

On Friday nights, IndieWire After Dark takes a feature-length beat to honor fringe cinema in the streaming age. First, the spoiler-free pitch for one editor’s midnight movie pick — something weird and wonderful from any age of film that deserves our memorializing. Then, the spoiler-filled aftermath as experienced by the unwitting editor attacked by this week’s recommendation. The Pitch: How Many Lesbian Orchestra Nightmares Even Are There? “The Perfection” is the only movie from 2019 still keeping me up at night. That’s not because it features the single most forced amputations of any Netflix original I have ever witnessed; and it’s not because writer/director Richard Shepard manages to simultaneously tap into both my fears of vomiting and maggots via Logan Browning’s mouth at minute 27. Rather, the singularly strange lezzie body horror gets under my skin because of how and where I watch it.