Certain third act developments struck me as borderline careless, maybe because they followed such a tightly wound and totally engrossing set-up or perhaps because In the House loses its way a little once it (thinks it) has to be something other than a love letter to the powers of imagination and human narrative. I certainly wouldn't have begrudged Ozon for keeping it slight but there is also admittedly a sickly sweet pull to the plot's later darker twists. Overall this…
First two attempts to watch this were interrupted at, respectively, the twenty and forty-five minute marks - the saga of trying to finish Drug War became almost as tangled as the billion-strand ball of yarn the film unravels in its breathlessly economical 107 minutes. But these flukes of attention span and modern home video technology turned out to be fortunate, actually; by the third time I watched the beginning of the movie, I had enough of a grip on who…
"In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined…