But I can smell a pinch of hope

The other night we watched the movie Cache, with an accent aigu on the last e that I don't know how to make in this box, (click on the link to see the preview without actually revealling too much). It's possibly my new favorite movie ever. Except not in a way that I could watching several times in a row, but more just this visually captivating experience and doing things with the camera and the gaze I've never seen before in a movie. But engaging and suspensefully exciting like a Hitchcock movie, except with all these other layer of meanings, and just when I figured out what it was trying to say about repression and truth and felt maybe it was a little too simplistic, then it ended and I was baffled, but I thought about it and read about it, and this whole other layer of meaning got added and all I can feel now is "brilliant. bloody brilliant." It's pretty fcking intense and dark, though it's completely taut in these simple ways, and there's only one scene of violence, but as A.O. Scott said about it, it's possibly the most disturbing image of violence seen in a movie of the year, and I would be inclined to agree. And now I want to watch The Piano Teacher.