Directed by François Ozon
HOME, 6 June 2018
This is a French film that becomes both more absurd and cleverer as you reflect upon it: one of those.
So we have Chloé (the beautiful actress Marine Vacth, often naked or semi-naked here: she really needs to eat more) moving in with Paul (Jérémie Renier), who seems to have a twin brother Louis that he is keeping from her. She is attracted to both brothers and intrigued by the differences between them. There follow myriad sex scenes, including the now obligatory one for European art films of a woman with a strap-on sodomising a man.
In due course, the bad brother (Louis) tries to usurp the good brother (Paul), her husband to be. And so it goes on… a convoluted noir storyline, as though Jim Thompson had come together with the Divine Marquis (I am thinking in particular of his gothic tales here) in an unholy coupling. It holds your attention, without a shadow of a doubt, but at the end you have to work out what was real, what was imagined by Chloé.
Sadly, it is a wonderful confection that crumples into sugar and micro plastic at the close. Cleverly contrived, pasty and superficial, it could barely sustain a repeated viewing. Therefore it’s not a classic film.
I enjoyed it, though!