INTERIOR is a film you are either going to blindly accept, or you are going to walk away.
The plot of the film has a young man hiding in a specially built couch that he has delivered to various people’s homes so he can record the lives of the people living there without them being aware. After a certain amount of time the couch is removed as the “error” is discovered He is doing it for a researcher…and there are further complications.
This film doesn’t require suspension of disbelief, it require just taking everything you see as perfectly fine. That’s really not an option since from the moment we see the couch we are left to wonder who would put this in their home-especially as a mistake. It is an ugly thing that I can’t imagine anyone ever buying/accepting and using. Additionally, there are these large slots between the cushions that anything placed on the couch would fall inside it, and they are wide enough that if you looked, you’d see the person hiding in it. How could anyone not know there was something hinky with it? The plotting of the film is also a series of “wait what…?” moments that never make sense. Perhaps id the film didn’t have an unpleasant edge, we watch a woman die when she is stuck on her chair lift, a doctor with the worst bedside manner tells a patient he has cancer in the coldest possible manner (there is nothing we can do, it’s just going to be unending pain and suffering from here on out), I might of connected but to be honest I never connected. At certain point I began to wonder why I was watching it.
On the plus side the film looks great in a brutalist sort of way.
I can’t recommend this film unless you really like cold brutalist imagery over substance
.png)
.jpg)
No comments:
Post a Comment