if only every film about psychopathic and sadistic killers was as painstaking and self controlled as the fucked up masterpiece that is Michael Haneke's remake of his own 1997 film Funny Games. although the pacing changes dramatically after the most significant death in the film, it makes sense because the director doesn't want you to feel interested when the killers aren't on screen. we didn't press play to watch two people struggle to help each other — and we don't…
“what lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.”
the virgin suicides has always made me feel like i’m in a hazy, fragile, feminine dream. it makes me feel sad but happy at the same time.
this film shows us the unpredictability of adolescence and how our actions can affect those around us.…