Haneke’s debut feature film is inspired by a true story of an Austrian middle class family that committed suicide. The film chronicles the last years of the family, which consists of Georg, an engineer; his wife Anna, an optician; and their young daughter, Eva.
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A rather laboured nihilistic intrigue that successfully builds up a rhythmic procedure of mundanities but fails to ignite much interest - intellectual or emotional - once the pattern is repeated time and again. There's a certain elan in the detached spareness and some level of comment on the robotics of life as led, but it could have been told at half the length without compromise; a question of length not pace.
Damn, what a great way to make me speechless! Haneke's debut is a cinema delight: it has a fresh vision of its imagery, it delivers striking performances and it's good from second one to its ending - all done with a mature hand for provocative statements. The aquarium, the toilet, the blindness, the slapping, the agony - so present, so common, so daily. Seventh Continent shocks: it's gutsy and powerful.
Fascinating exploration of the irrationality that lurks behind seemingly rational human beings and their behaviour. However, its most intriguing idea is that the death drive and the drive to consume are if not intertwined, then at least coexistent, and perhaps even the thought of a new life -in Australia, or Timbuktu, or in a new job- can consume the will to live.
not my favorite Haneke but affected me in a very deep way, I guess, I relate to these people and the film left me thinking about everything, and i mean every thing. on the other hand, Evi is just the cutest little girl ever.
Gives new meaning to the phrase "Going to Australia". What's up with the spoiler in the description, MUBI? Very glad I didn't come here first. I knew something bad was going to happen, so I watched carefully for signs. I noticed you didn't see their faces for quite a while and the ritualistic nature of what was going on. There was so little feeling going on. In the end it struck me as being a bit heavy handed.