Venus in Fur ★★★★

"you sold your soul for alliteration."

if you have to make a movie about your wife's décolletage, this is how you do it. like the deliciously cruel and kinky S&M version of CERTIFIED COPY (though of course not that film's equal), but ultimately less interested in ambiguity than in humiliating the patriarchy. by the time it's over, the agenda seems pretty fucking clear and clear-eyed. Seigner & Amalric are more than game, and Polanski's self-referential use of space is the most articulate takedown of CARNAGE you're likely to find.