This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This has been on my backlog for so long that I was almost scared of watching it in case it didn't meet my expectations. I'm happy to say, it more than exceeded my expectations. This is my favourite Haneke, not The Seventh Continent, not The White Ribbon. The emotional devastation, the commentary on sexual repression and how pornography facilitates self-destructive delusion, the way in which elitist superiority towards "high" art creates a culture of forcing perfection out of artists and the lustful…