French erotic thriller by Francois Ozon about a woman with chronic stomachache who starts a relationship with her psychiatrist, but gets caught in a web of lust, sex and deceit when she discovers a hidden secret involving her partner's much more dominant twin brother. It's absolutely insane and by the end also absolutely ridiculous, but it sure as hell works.
Another French movie, this time about a female high school teacher who is visited by a woman just released from prison (Gemma Arterton). This sets into motion a series of events that have her reflect on her rough past through three other phases, in each phase portrayed by a different actress (including the always amazing Adéle Exarchopoulos). It's a solid drama that seems mostly built on a few interesting scenes that unfortunately end up being too little to carry the rest of the movie. The movie does feature some of the best use of sound I've heard in ages. A couple of scenes in particular work incredibly well due to the near complete silence of the characters with the heavy sound of their bodies rubbing against leather seats or rain trickling on a window adding an indistinguishable sense of intimacy I've rarely felt before.
Louise is an elderly lady who spends her summer in a vacation town and mostly relaxes on the beach, pondering about the presence of the other holiday guests. When she misses the last train of the season, she becomes stuck in the ghost town, and builds herself a cabin on the beach where she reflects on her past, or at least the parts she can remember. It's a small film at 70+ minutes, with crude animation and only a few characters, but even then I can not really give it a pass for simply not achieving much. The reflections don't really make you think or even reflect on your own past, and the more philosophical parts fall largely flat. It also seems quirky in places just to be different, but never enough to be interesting. A largely forgettable affair.
The Eyes Of My Mother might be the closest movie we'll ever get to a contemporary and original take on Hitchcock's Psycho. It wears its influences on its sleeve without being obvious and brings enough originality to stand on its own, but most importantly sets itself apart by making atmosphere, and the unsettling sense of dread coming from the main character the core focus of the story. Francisca is a young girl who lives on a remote farm with her Portugese mom and her much older American father, where she is taught everything about anatomy through the dissection of animals by her mother, once a surgeon back in Portugal. When a violent tragedy occurs, she and her father are left behind, and in this environment of isolation her strange upbringing and confrontation with violence unsettles her mind. She is brilliantly played, in a very Norman Bates-like way, with a constant awkwardness and alienation to her behavior that is believable enough to have her victims be uncomfortable around her but not enough to be threatened until it's too late. Shot in stark black & white, this brilliant character piece of developing mental illness is only really limited by its noticeable small production size, but works so well where it matters and promises a lot from director Nicolas Pesce's future.