I concede to, and admittedly reveled in, its moments of genius: captivating underground formalism, cinematography, and editing. To my lament, though, I found, at least, an equal amount of superfluous/amateur foregrounded misogyny. Claire’s character is solely subjectified objectification for narrative elevation. The thing is, that elevation is superfluous, or worse yet, negligent. Granting the benefit of the doubt, the conclusion I’m left with is that Grandrieux either thought Claire’s characterization was enough or, worse, Jean’s visualized interior was meaningful enough to offset her suffering. Phrased another way, an inequality exists within the dna of the film in favour of the psychotic.
I concede to, and admittedly reveled in, its moments of genius: captivating underground formalism, cinematography, and editing. To my lament, though, I found, at least, an equal amount of superfluous/amateur foregrounded misogyny. Claire’s character is solely subjectified objectification for narrative elevation. The thing is, that elevation is superfluous, or worse yet, negligent. Granting the benefit of the doubt, the conclusion I’m left with is that Grandrieux either thought Claire’s characterization was enough or, worse, Jean’s visualized interior was meaningful enough to offset her suffering. Phrased another way, an inequality exists within the dna of the film in favour of the psychotic.
