As I left the house on Monday to go and see Primer, the lock on the door broke. So I missed Primer. Which was annoying as it’s a film I have long wanted to catch as well as being an opportunity to return to the cinema after too many weeks rehearsing at night, not to mention other outstanding issues. En tonces — this, the second in the maverick Carruth’s season was the film I caught.
What a weird and wonderful creation it is. After ten minutes I adored it. By half way I was still plugged in. By the end I was thoroughly baffled, but the bafflement seemed worth it. Woman gets kidnapped, and contaminated with weird bugs, which appear under her flesh, then get transferred to a pig, all part of a program that is later uncovered. At the same time she starts an affair with a corrupt but amiable broker. The register switches from sci-fi to down-at-heel US indie romcom, to thriller, and the viewer is never quite sure what is going on or where the film is headed. But it’s beautifully shot, the tone is menacing and intimate, it might have been the greatest indie film ever made, but it isn’t quite, but what the fuck. Better than sitting through something which cost a fortune and ties up all narrative possibilities by the time it reaches the “inciting incident”.
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