i finished this and i’m sitting here, not shaken, not bored, just weirdly numb. this feels like watching a very slow, very elegant nervous breakdown in real time. it’s not loud or chaotic, it’s sterile, clinical, and deeply sad.
jeremy irons is the whole movie. like, truly carrying the entire weight of it with these subtle shifts between the twins. it’s impressive, but also kind of exhausting. at some point i couldn’t tell if i was confused by the characters or if the movie wanted me to be. either way, it made me feel like i was losing my mind a little, which i guess is the point.
the thing is, i admire what this is doing. it’s about obsession and identity and codependency in a way that’s really unique. but it also kind of kept me at a distance. the horror is psychological, abstract, internal and i found myself wishing it would just crack open a little more.
i finished this and i’m sitting here, not shaken, not bored, just weirdly numb. this feels like watching a very slow, very elegant nervous breakdown in real time. it’s not loud or chaotic, it’s sterile, clinical, and deeply sad.
jeremy irons is the whole movie. like, truly carrying the entire weight of it with these subtle shifts between the twins. it’s impressive, but also kind of exhausting. at some point i couldn’t tell if i was confused by the characters or if the movie wanted me to be. either way, it made me feel like i was losing my mind a little, which i guess is the point.
the thing is, i admire what this is doing. it’s about obsession and identity and codependency in a way that’s really unique. but it also kind of kept me at a distance. the horror is psychological, abstract, internal and i found myself wishing it would just crack open a little more.