Yet another year with yet another update.
2012 version can be found here.
2013 version can be found here.
A quiet and inconspicuous man (Trelkovsky) rents an apartment in France where the previous tenant committed suicide, and begins to suspect his landlord and neighbors are trying to subtly change him into the last tenant so that he too will kill himself.
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“What if she gets better?” “Don’t worry, she won’t get better.”
Nature, it is said, abhors a vacuum. If my cat’s reaction to my Dyson is any indication, this axiom is unimpeachably true. The maxim is usually attributed to Aristotle (in the appealingly macabre form of “horror vacui”), who believed that any theoretical void would be filled by surrounding material, instantly wiping it out. Nothing—the absence of something—cannot really exist, for something will always take nothing’s place.
This ancient principle underlies Roman Polanski’s The Tenant, the third and final entry in his so-called “Apartment Trilogy” (after Repulsion and Rosemary’s Baby). Each of the trilogy's films brilliantly explores the disadvantages and incipient paranoia of close-quarters city dwelling (paranoia…
Roman Polanski's The Tenant builds a myriad of psychological layers around the director cast in the central role of Trelkovsky. It is a film often grouped together with Rosemary's Baby and Repulsion under the 'apartment trilogy' banner although this film develops into far more mysterious and complicated film than the other two.
His decision to cast himself as the films protagonist is an odd one given his lack of prominence infront of the lens previously. Only twelve months later he would face a life defining moment with accusations of rape reshaping his artistic approach. As such it is suggested that The Tenant is heavily autobiographical.
Polanski makes it crystal clear that this timid newcomer to the building is struggling to…
I'm so tired of crossdressing being depicted as a sign of insanity. How would you like it if every fucking film you watched had, I dunno what you are, but whatever you are as a sign of insanity? Fucking hell.
October count: 26/31.
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I tried to watch this once, years ago but I fell asleep and had no interest in watching it again after that initial attempt. Fast forward years later and I've finally watched it in it's entirety, especially after the urging of some friends to give it another chance.
I was mildly disappointed by The Tenant, the slow start was a little on the sluggish side for my tastes. The second hour really picked up in the bizarre and often creepy area that I expected from the first hour of the film. I'm not opposed to the random inserts of comedy we experience, that wasn't my problem at all with the first half, I think I just wanted more development when…
The Tenant, Roman Polanski's last film in his Apartment Trilogy must be the craziest of them all. It's a very strange film I think. It hops from a fun and whimsical tone to a truly bizarre and psychologically twisted one. Trelkovsky (played by Roman Polanski) slowly by slowly finds out that his neighbours in his new apartment building are extremely unaccommodating, very creepy and occasionally awkward. He is being assaulted mentally and tries to play them at their own game. Without spoiling it, this has a various results. Anyway, for me The Tenant reinforced the fact Roman Polanski is not just a master behind the camera, but that he's also a solid and good actor on his own. I thought…
I just saw The Tenant again (I saw this film first as a teenager in the 80s under the title The Tenant so that's the title I'm most used to). There are very few films that capture paranoia better than The Tenant. I know many who suffer from paranoia (mostly because of my work) and I know how horrifying and disorienting it can be. Even dangerous at times. It is one of the hardest psychological disorders to deal with, and one of the most dangerous. End up on the wrong side of the dissolution and your life might be in danger.
My only complaint with this film is that Polanski orients us (the viewer) regularly. Telling us what's happening for…
A quiet and inconspicuous man rents an apartment in France where the previous tenant committed suicide...
At the same time satirical and haunting psychological thriller, reminiscent of the director's own Repulsion and one of his best works.
Nykvist's cinematography is just as good as you would expect. Polanski's acting was quite effective, and most important, committed.
I simply don't know how to explain, or detect the moment in which this film got so twisted, and I love the feeling.
"There is something odd going on in my building. I quite often see people in the toilets... They just stand there for hours, you know? Absolutely dead still."
Once again Polanski presents a slowly spiralling madness (and plays the title role) in this final part of the "Apartment Trilogy".
Straddling the line between ambiguous and reliable, this is probably the weirdest of the three.
While the masterful Rosemary's Baby had the viewer strongly rooting for the titular character, and Repulsion left in the air the nature of the girl's perturbation, The Tenant leaves us wondering... is there complete insanity or any truth in Trelkovsky's accusations?
The small details gradually get more disturbing, as Polanski tends to execute so well. The cigarettes, the teeth, the subtle indoctrinations.
The final act is insane, in every sense of the word.
I really find it difficult to get into movies based solely around the psychotic breakdown of the lead character; it all seems so arbitrary and undramatic to me, given the endless permutations possible and the unavoidable disjunct between cause and effect.
This is the case again here, and all just just turns out a little camp, and a lot silly. Not my bag.
Roman Polanski freakiness.
The incredibly strange final chapter in Roman Polanski's "Apartment Trilogy". I wasn't prepared for this, it wasn't like Repulsion or Rosemary's Baby at all. Even though it had couple surreal, kinda creepy bits I thought this was almost more like a comedy.
Yo no había nacido entonces, pero aún así Polanski decidió hacer una película sobre mi vida en Barcelona en aquel piso de Carrer de Aragó que alquilaría a unos ancianos.
Roman, si estás leyendo esto, que sepas que te voy a denunciar yo también.
This is the weakest one from Polanski's Apartment trilogy, but certainly not a bad film. On the contrary: it's a incredibly well played solipsistic nightmare.
While it lacks the tight control of the rest of the Apartment Trilogy (not to mention Chinatown), this has to amount to the last great Polanski. The crossdressing = insanity is a bit unfortunate in hindsight, but I wasn't prepared for how funny this was, e.g. the bit where he tries to cart the trash down the stairs.
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