Premise: Over a long weekend, a young woman goes slowly mad.
Maybe it's the fact
that I've been stuck home a lot more than normal lately, but this movie makes a
lot of sense to me. Who of us hasn't left the food out a little too long and
found themselves in a catatonic state under the bed? I haven't had any
visitors, so how can I be sure I wouldn't treat them the same way as Catherine
Deneuve does? Maybe this was a horror movie in the innocent times of 1965, but
in Spring 2020...well...
In all seriousness
though, I can see why this movie became a calling card for Roman Polanski. It's
easy to see how the guy who made this went on to make Rosemary's Baby.
There's a similar feel to them both. I'm so used to the sanitized Hollywood
films of even the mid-60s, so it's surprising to see a movie from this era
taking on such serious topics.
There are some striking
visuals in the movie. I love how she sees the walls slowly come apart. And, the
scene with the hands coming out of the wall in the hallway is super unnerving.
I always have a certain hesitation with Polanski's movies, given his personal
history, but this movie is solid.
Verdict: Weakly
Recommend
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