genius. peter strickland’s dislocating and intense avant film is richly folded through with misplaced meaning and uncertain noise. it is hard to find anything this cinematically lush that pulls so hard to the left while still captivating, making sense, and completely unsettling at the same time. for lovers of serious bent cinema, this gothic 70’s italian collapse into sonic anxiety is a masterfully made tale of losing a handle on things and falling into one’s own nightmares.
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