Les chambres rouges

Pascal Plante's Red Rooms may well be the definitive satire of the digital age -- with all its true crime podcasts, serial-killer streaming shows (people basing entire fandoms around the loss of others, basically), Dark-Web fascinations, and other things that have irrevocably desensitized us to suffering. That this film came out right when we started seeing as many corpses and eviscerated streets in our social media feeds as we did -- scrolling past them with little reaction -- makes it even more deeply haunting than it already was.

I can't really put it much better than the other critics here; this really is one of the most evil movies of the year -- possibly of all time. And that isn't to say that the director had ill intentions. That's not what they mean at all! Rather, the film captures something truly vile that is going on within mankind, and also includes one of the most cruel non-violent acts I have ever seen on film. When I tell you that the angles, edits, facial expressions, and especially the music from this scene live rent-free in my head, that is no exaggeration.

In general, the movie contains some of my favorite sequences of the year. The meticulously photographed courtroom scene that opens the film; the eerie moments where the protagonist (played by Juliette Gariépy in a powerfully subtle and downright disturbing performance) dives into the Dark Web and first makes contact with the eponymous Red Rooms; the finale that shows a singularly unsettling break-in. The more I think about it, the more I admire it. Absolutely phenomenal film.