[SAFE] (1995).

Set in 1987 Julianne Moore plays malfunctioning Stepford Wife Carol White.

Forced out of her gigantic San Fernando ziggurat home and ritualistically consumer aristocratic lifestyle by what may or may not be Multiple Chemical Sensitivity. She moves into an equally alienating pseudo religious commune ran by a manipulative leech of a self help guru and learns to love herself in a ceramic igloo.

It's the sort of film I wish Kubrick had made in his later years.

The sense of synthetic isolation and phony emotional connection is stifling.

Not a feel good film by any means, I found myself wanting to reach inside the film and slap almost every character in the piece.

I don't think I'd get on well Guru Peter.

Keep those toxic balls away from this film.