I loved it! Gotta admire a film where the answer to NAMALT is “Actually, yes, they are”.
The end was a weird combination of Cronenbergian body horror and psychological denouement, and was the weak point for me (although I got the aim of it - Toxic Masculinity endlessly reproducing itself). The little boy in the churchyard thing didn’t really work as it was more like an Aphex Twin video and would have more effect with an ordinary child, not a superimposed Rory Kinnear.
Some of the scenes were like a punch in the stomach I.e. a calming walk in the countryside that turns menacing when she draws the attention of one of the Men….the creepy vicar…..the blank face of the policeman who just won’t understand why she is bothered that they’ve let her attacker go….
Stunning cinematography and not afraid to leave scenes long enough for them to really sink in.
The question of whether all Men just seem the same to Harper or whether they are all the same is left neatly ambiguous.
Misogyny can only ever produce more of the same, whilst women are the true bringers of life.
Jessie Buckley wrote some of the dialogue and Rory Kinnear is magnificent in it - although sometimes hard to shake off Michael in Count Arthur Strong saying “But I’m a nice man!”
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