Sting in the tail...
Jennifer Rubin looks comfortable enough in this role, but doesn’t she always appear smarter than her characters? Her de-aging, which is crucial to this story, is unnoticeable. We buy that she rejuvenated because she starts smiling, and not because of some make-up or prosthetic effect. She plays a werewasp, for lack of a better word, who preys on scumbags.
The wasp costume is interesting, but is surpassed by the compositing’s mediocrity that really screws it up. One technique basically ruins another. What first appears as a steamy romance soon turns into a slasher. As with Cronenberg’s body horror movie The Fly, the protagonist is the monster, and it makes us question our values. In fact, everyone in this film deserves to die. How convenient!
To think that wasp hormones would turn a woman into a wasp, then back into a human, is ludicrous. It’s really fucking dumb and it haunts me. Add to that what feels like a superhero origin story and you can basically skip this film. Unless you like Jennifer Rubin. And I do. She’s the relatable girl next door who never became the scream queen she should have been.