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Summary: Adapted from his own novel, Emmanuel Carrere directs an engrossing existential thriller, a story about a man who inadvertently loses himself. (Cinema Guild)
A disturbing, surreal journey. If you can stomach slow-paced ambiguity, give it a go, otherwise you may want to steer clear. Don't expect to understand it. Do expect your perception of reality to be tossed about.
Wow... a surreal existential Hitchcock-inspired thriller. I don't fully understand what I just watched, but its lingering questions about identity and sanity is enough for me. Perhaps a story with multiple time lines, perhaps not, it's fun to juggle the interpretations.
It's weird that you're able to follow a film when the inciting incident is the protagonist shaving off his mustache.. But I love how this leaves all questions up in the air and allows you the viewer to come to your own conclusions. I'd say that it is simply about the ability on how easy it is to lose your own identity, and the sanity themes are used more for entertainment purposes only. But for only 85 minutes this is a fairly intriguing little film.
I enjoyed watching it, but I still don't know what it meant. I was following it as a satirical attack on masculinity until I was thrown for a loop halfway through.
A brilliant script. It took over night until I realize what was the point of the movie! Pay attention the water in the very beginning! Much, much better than Emmanuel Carrere book into which the movie is based on. Book tumbles too much with words; movie is much more mystical. Leaves room for your own interpretation. It's a story of a sick person. But what's wrong with the person? And who's cheating who?
I feel like I've seen a variation of this story on The Twilight Zone or Alfred Hitchcock Presents, and the first half of this film seems like an extended riff on an old theme. But as the film heads down the homestretch, still refusing to divulge exactly what's going on, it actually becomes more interesting. No explanations are proffered, no simple ironies. It's more like a man's state of being comes into question. It's very French.