A terrific example of making the personal political while questioning the idea that the personal should ever HAVE to be political. The straight-talking narration combined with slick editing and striking images make for a tight distillation of an idea.

Dripping with anger and twisted affection, and featuring a surprisingly empathetic and considerate performance/staging decision in an incredibly uncomfortable scene. Grime appears to drip from the frame, but Argento keeps things from completely devolving to misery porn…somehow.

Cronenbergian, wholly pessimistic and so insistent on its foggy, doomed aesthetic that it almost feels like Gyllenhaal's about to run into Tom Jane in a Maine supermarket.