Crisply
shot and performed with raw intensity, this insinuating
French thriller makes us squirm along with its characters
as the fragile illusion of upscale bliss is slowly shattered.
Georges and Anne
(Auteuil and Binoche) are understandably unnerved when they
receive a videotape of their house being watched for several
hours. Who would do this and why? More explicit tapes and
creepy drawings hint that it's either a schoolmate of their
verging-on-pubescent son (Makedonsky) or a fan stalking
Georges, a well-known TV presenter. Certainly nothing in
their own pasts could spark this. But even if they're terrified,
the police won't do anything until it gets violent.
Starting with
an extremely cool single-shot credit sequence (which'll
be impossible to read on video), Haneke keeps us in his
grip. We are both voyeurs and the victims of surveillance,
and Haneke maintains then escalates this sensation through
his fiercely clever use of long takes, static camera shots,
shifting points of view, echoing imagery and a script that
dribbles out the information organically, but never before
we (or the characters) need it. It's a fascinating puzzle;
as we find out details and secrets, we want to know even
more.
Auteuil and Binoche
are bracingly real in these roles, genuinely shocked with
each other over their respective actions and reactions in
the face of this subtle but obvious attack on their perfect-looking
lives. And as the problems extend into their workplaces
and friendships, we watch them deal with the situation in
very different ways. Especially as one of them finds it
increasingly difficult to deal with a skeleton falling so
loudly out of a long-locked closet.
This
is strong, clean, assured filmmaking, utterly straightforward
but also sneaky and playful, hinting at things we can't
imagine, throwing in nightmares and flashbacks to spice
up the mix, dragging us into astonishing confrontation scenes--one
of which we watch from two very different angles. The mystery
is compelling and elusive, and Haneke deepens it with strong
comments on race, class and how an individual, a nation
and a world can all conspire to forget their history. To
their peril.