Caché

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t frustrated when I finished this film. However, the more I think about every thoughtfully placed detail, the more it grows on me. Haneke doesn't play by mainstream cinema's rules. He wants his films to stick with us, and he achieves this with Caché by piecing together a puzzle but withdrawing the final piece. The very act of withdrawing information communicates Haneke’s thoughts on guilt, family, personal truth, and the whole of mainstream cinema. Throughout the film he fills us with tension, dread, and consequently, a longing for answers that lingers long after the credits roll. He makes us question motive, plausibility, and has left audiences scouring every frame for over a decade. Typically, inconclusive endings have never quite worked for me, yet Caché had me quite invested in its deliberately open ending. Few directors can instill such a deep set desire in the viewer. I did not want a resolution, I needed it. Haneke has not only displayed impeccable direction of the film, but direction of the audience, and that is what makes a true auteur. 90/100