The newest addition to the toxic female friendship cinema pantheon is here and it’s called Forbidden Fruits. The film’s aesthetics recall classics like Heathers, The Craft, and Jennifer’s Body. But you’d better believe those comparisons are entirely intentional. I was not at all surprised to learn that Diablo Cody has her phrase-coining producer paws all over this thing. The debut feature for director and co-writer Meredith Alloway is based on the stage play, Of the women came the beginning of sin and through her we all die by Lily Houghton. The tag line on Houghton’s website reads, “a final girl writing plays/TV/films in a Lisa Frank journal”. If that means anything to you, you just might be the target audience for this film.
The success of Fruits really does rely on finding its target. But those they’re aiming for will be thrilled. The play’s lengthy original title (tough to fit on a movie poster) is a bible quote (Ecclesiasticus 25:25), which, in so uncertain terms, blames women for everything that’s ever gone wrong in this world, including the existence of death. Naturally, the film’s protagonists embrace this blame by forming a witch coven in the stock room of the high-end fast fashion mall store where they also work. In the play, the store is Free People (ironically named given their labor practices) because that’s where Houghton worked, at a mall in the suburbs of Houston, when she was inspired to write it.
For the film, they further evoke biblical themes by changing the name of the store to Free Eden and peppering the set design with snake and apple imagery. The leader of the coven is, in fact, named Apple (Lily Reinhart, Hustlers, TV’s Riverdale), as in the forbidden fruit that Eve eats in Genesis, gaining worldly knowledge. God punishes her and everyone else for the disobedience, thus inventing the patriarchy.
The other coven members likewise adopt produce-based names. Victoria Pedretti (TV’s You) is Cherry, and Alexandra Shipp (Barbie) is Fig. Lola Tong (The Summer I Turned Pretty) is Pumpkin, the group’s latest interloper. They do, in fact, have an opening after the mysterious departure of Pickle (Emma Chamberlain), but they’re hesitant to open their beaded curtain to a lowly pretzel sample girl from across the food court. Pervasive Pumpkin won’t take no for an answer, and soon, they’re initiating her in their stock room using a bejeweled cowboy boot, blood, tears, and a hilarious string of magic words…
Not enough is made of how insane cruises are as a concept. Think about it. According to The Independent, 3 out of 10 people have, at some point, paid exorbitant amounts of money to sail a behemoth across the ocean with roughly 3000 strangers, consumed obscene amounts of ostentatious-but-mostly-mediocre food and entertainment, slept in tiny boxes, and tried to make the most of the stuff that’s included (like free soft serve ice cream) whilst getting nickel-and-dimed to death over the stuff that isn’t (alcohol). My brain has so much trouble reconciling this phenomenon that after going on a cruise 10 years ago, I have had countless recurring dreams set on an ocean liner.
Effed by the Wind 