Tout commence par un rongeur du Grand Nord dans une canalisation du Grand Sud. Le spectateur, à son tour, est rongé par le doute. Il ne sait plus s'il doit croire ce qu'il voit. Le thriller repose sur l'abolition sporadique des frontières entre Nord et Sud, vie et mort, réalité et surnaturel. Très réussi.
During the first part I was totally on board with this... Charlotte Rampling was being the resentful, bitchy wife, playing psychological games with the young couple and it was giving me life. Then came the suicide and I was afraid everything would lose its steam... which it kinda did. It never got boring, but Bénédicte's mental switch felt awkward and forced, and the same can be said about the lemming story/metaphor.
The first act is light on its feet enough, with Rampling just storming in an making the whole drama look like her plaything. But then it turns into a game of "What if David Lynch was boring?" We have better things to do than watch the white walls of bougie people receive timid stains. Even the class politics would be forgivable if this were in any way a coherent thriller. It assumes its stakes, never earns them.
Başından sonuna kadar etkileyici olan film insanda çok değişik duyguları film boyunca hissettiriyor. Bence çok iyi bir Avrupa filmiyle baş başayız. Bu arada Lars von Trier'in Antichrist filmini seyredenler bu filmde ciddi bir paralellik bulabilir. Son bir selam da oyuncular Charlotte Gainsbourg ve Laurent Lucas'a.
una mierda, no pasa ni un carajo, hay una pelicula que se llama el bigote o algo asi, un huevon frances se corta el bigote y nadie reconoce que tenia bigote antes, al final creo que el huevon se vuelve loco y viaja a Asia, la vi hace anos y es una mierda, pienso en ella porque esta tambien es una mierda, mis amigos de los motores de busqueda automatica me las recomiendan juntas, claro que si, dos mierdas juntas.
The usually stunning Charlotte Rampling could not save this domestic drama and supernatural thriller,as her role is limited.Actually it doesn't work as either.Started well but interest is lost due to the slow pace and the actors (esp Ms Gainsbourg) seem almost asleep.
Add question and dinner party games as another medium cinema interconnects with alongside theatre and painting (although it’s vastly different from videogames), where the narrative is a game of Guess the Plot Twist' for the viewer unless the script has actual meaning to it. Most of them, like Lemming, eventually lead to me giving up and waiting for the thing to end for the rest of the runtime.