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Friday, 1 May 2015


aka Turist

Swedish director Ruben Östlund's Force Majeure takes a relationship problem and turns it into a tiny snowball then rolls it down a very high mountain to watch it build up into a colossal problem.  
A family on vacation in the French alps turns messy when the husband reacts poorly to a potential disaster that never happens, leaving his wife & kids to fend for themselves.  Like a Michael Haneke film, only with a bit of darkly sly humor inserted, the film breathes on an uncomfortable tension built through extended takes shot from a distance and an odd Kubrick-ian tone that's just normal enough to seem slightly off.  It raises all sorts of undecided thoughts on male ego, matriarchy, loss of face and how much you judge one's love based on a short, single moment of panic.  I absolutely loved this film but should warn those couples in an already fragile relationship to best avoid it because it's guaranteed to spark all sorts of heated conversation afterwards.  

5 smug cigarettes out of 5

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