A fun, satirical metaphor on the consequences of dealing with male-dictated beauty standards in media, ageism and self-worth determined by vapid objectification.
Some minor thoughts:
The main character, rather than expressing her anger at the systems that have left her 'older' self feeling worthless, instead seeks to relive her past glory; while she has agency, she is still the inevitable product of the industry that has shaped her and can't seem to escape.
I think both characters share the same consciousness, but this 'consciousness' is shaped by the vessel it is in; Sue and Elisabeth are one and the same but come to resent each other by virtue of their perceived self-worth at the time.
(Also loved the focus on the voyeuristic cameras and the male gaze they embody, as well as the shrimp and smoke scenes.)