I only realised it was a thriller in its final moments. Until then, it felt almost like an absurdist dark comedy wrapped in domestic tragedy. It’s easily one of the best films I’ve ever seen. I briefly looked at the remakes, but none seem to capture the strange, decaying essence of the original French melancholy. What struck me most was the way I felt both sympathy and loathing for every character. Each of them felt fragile, guilty, and human. Few films dare to walk that tightrope between absurdity and horror, sympathy and disgust, and fewer still do it this elegantly.
I only realised it was a thriller in its final moments. Until then, it felt almost like an absurdist dark comedy wrapped in domestic tragedy. It’s easily one of the best films I’ve ever seen. I briefly looked at the remakes, but none seem to capture the strange, decaying essence of the original French melancholy. What struck me most was the way I felt both sympathy and loathing for every character. Each of them felt fragile, guilty, and human. Few films dare to walk that tightrope between absurdity and horror, sympathy and disgust, and fewer still do it this elegantly.
