If you think this movie is just an erotic thriller, you’re missing the point. It’s actually a study of how this genre was created through the eyes of a sexually repressed crime writer.
And let me tell you, Charlotte Rampling is absolutely brilliant here. Every nuance of the character is spot-on, Every nuance of the character is spot-on and not even Ludivine Sagnier's poor performance can get in the way.
Wild Strawberries is one of those rare films that feels both deeply personal and universally resonant. On the surface, it’s a road trip story: Professor Isak Borg, an aging doctor, travels from Stockholm to Lund to receive an honorary degree. But along the way—accompanied by his daughter-in-law and various travelers he picks up—the journey shifts inward, becoming a quiet confrontation with his own past, regrets, and emotional isolation.
Bergman blends reality with dream sequences in a way that feels ahead of…
Some films try to shout their emotions into existence. Petite Maman barely raises its voice—and yet it resonates like a lullaby ed from childhood. Céline Sciamma doesn’t just tell stories; she distills them. With this quiet miracle of a film, she creates a space so intimate and suspended in time that it feels less like watching a narrative and more like slipping into a memory.
At just 72 minutes, the film is deceptively slight. But within that delicate framework, Sciamma…
There’s a rare kind of magic in films that what it felt like to be a child — not just to play, but to wonder, to hide, to try on versions of ourselves when no one’s looking. Tomboy holds that memory gently, like a secret ed between siblings under a summer sky.
Laure becomes Mikaël with the ease of a new haircut and the weight of a thousand unspoken things. Sciamma, in her quiet brilliance, never points a finger…
