Although there were many beautiful things about this Film, Repulsion was deeply flawed in my eyes. The cinematography was absolutely breath taking, and the vibrant 1960s style was leaving me with a desire to see more, but unfortunately, I didn’t see much of anything but Catherine Denevue’s floral print dress. Her acting was great, and she really brought out the child in her character, touching everything, fearing everything, and it really tickled me to see her go from meager to femme fatale in a matter of minutes. The only other thing I was really impressed with was Polanski’s brilliantly blurred line between dreams and reality through the development of Catherine’s obsessive compulsive disorder. I loved the end frame as well, where it reveals what the family portrait was really saying. Repulsion fell short on entertainment, though. Most of the Film was void of dialogue, scenery, action of any kind, and I found myself sitting there wondering how long I’d been sitting in silence. The points of horror were, well- horrifying, but they didn’t kick in until about the last twenty-five minutes. I love Polanski and his vision as an artist, but I wasn’t impressed with this feature.