Ostensibly a darkly satirical revenge comedy about misogyny, female empowerment, and agency against male abusers, the male writer/director makes sure you never forget it is foremost a metaphor, beating us on the head endlessly with a surface-level understanding of abuse dynamics and foregoing any consistency in plot in favor of witty, ironic oneliners aimed at the audience instead of organic dialogue between and towards the on-screen characters.
Can't say I didn't enjoy it at all---and I'm all for more outspokenly feminist media---but the writing itself to me just felt too clumsy (for an actual good recent example of balancing metaphor and plot, imho see the Substance): Great job in perpetuating negative stereotypes about Russians or fat gay men; Also good job writing yourself in a hole and have the lead achieve full autonomy only after it was granted by another man with access.
Haven't seen a film so smugly self-congratulatory in its alleged social commentary while lacking any merit to it since Triangle of Sadness. Solid performances by Sophie Thatcher (done dirty both here and in Heretic, can't wait to see her in a film by a less mediocre director), tho. Just wish the director's writing skill setting wasn't stuck at 40%.