Greek Weird Wave maestro Yorgos Lanthimos gets his weird on in this deeply unsettling psychological thriller.
Greek director
Yorgos Lanthimos is the patron saint of a film movement in his country that’s being deemed the "
Greek Weird Wave", although labeling Lanthimos as simply “weird” is a flagrant understatement: that’s like saying
David Lynch movies are “quirky,” or
Quentin Tarantino “only sort of maybe likes” using the n-word: they all fall substantially short of accurate description. Tarantino is hardcore obsessed with using the n-word, Lynch movies are nightmarish mindfucks, and Lanthimos is a little freak-on-a-leash who just so happened to get off his leash and start making movies. I would suggest the name of the film movement be changed to The Greek Freak Wave, but then people would probably just think that it’s a bunch of movies about basketball superstar
Giannis Antetokounmpo of the Milwaukee Bucks - though I’m not sure how big the cross-section is of avant-garde films lovers and basketball fans so it could still work through mutual exclusion.
Anyways, this surreal mutant of a film from 2017 feels like it was written by the darkest-timeline version of
Tommy Wiseau, directed by
Hal 9000, performed by space aliens trying overly hard to pass as human, and musically composed by a swarm of demon flies living in satan’s butthole. All that being said, it’s also an extremely effective psychological thriller that will leave you with your jaw hanging open, and it undoubtedly has... the fifth or sixth most unnerving scene I’ve ever watched involving a plate of spaghetti (thinking about it there’s actually quite a few disturbing movie scenes involving spaghettis; must be an omen, like how nearly every time a tea kettle starts whistling in a movie you know some drama is about to happen).
The story of
The Killing of a Sacred Deer follows a surgeon whose seemingly pristine life shatters when his children begin suffering from an unclassifiable and incurable disease, which involves paralysis of the limbs and bleeding from the eyes (this is somehow the most normal sentence I’ve written this entire post).
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