Just about the only credible moment is when Gloria walks into a bar and says, "Gimme a beer," and the bartender is like, "What kind?"
My idea of a horror film, in which a momentary impulse renders you forever unknowable. Klaus masterfully grounds the film in a quotidian contentment so meticulously conveyed that it never plays as the prelude to inevitable calamity (despite its Austrian roots), nor is it overwhelmed by metaphor. What occurs in that moment represents the breakdown of not only a steadfast bond but also identity and seemingly physics. Klaus understands that the inexplicable is uniquely terrifying and resists taking even the…