Drinking men's tears with a paper straw to save the planet. PROMISING YOUNG WOMAN. To call men pigs or dogs more often than not does disservice to pigs and dogs, noble contributors both, though not without their faults. More apt to group them/us with ducks, whose inveterate gang rape I have observed and remain traumatized by, or a particularly nasty virus. Such comparisons are closer to the portrait of the male of the species painted by Emerald Fennell's feature debut, wherein they are held to the most basic standards — be not monsters — and consistently found criminally wanting. Their indictment is presented in a candied palette with Paris Hilton party music on the soundtrack, so it is perhaps not as dour an experience as it might seem.