Synopsis
Perversion at its wicked best!
Erika Kohut, a sexually repressed piano teacher living with her domineering mother, meets a young man who starts romantically pursuing her.
2001 ‘La Pianiste’ Directed by Michael Haneke
Erika Kohut, a sexually repressed piano teacher living with her domineering mother, meets a young man who starts romantically pursuing her.
Isabelle Huppert Annie Girardot Benoît Magimel Susanne Lothar Udo Samel Anna Sigalevitch Cornelia Köndgen Thomas Weinhappel Georg Friedrich Philipp Heiss William Mang Rudolf Melichar Michael Schottenberg Gabriele Schuchter Dieter Berner Volker Waldegg Martina Resetarits Annemarie Schleinzer Karoline Zeisler Liliana Nelska Luz Leskowitz Viktor Teuflmayr Vivian Bartsch Florian Koban Thomas Auner Andreas Donat Gerti Drassl Klaus Händl Erika Kollmann-Till Show All…
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why is michael haneke's signature move making me so uncomfortable that i have to keep checking how much is left in his movies
Jesus Christ. Holy shit. What the fuck.
Four minutes into this, I had already decided that I would give this film five stars. It's that good. The rest of it did not disappoint, but fucking hell. Goddamn it.
Piano music will never be the same.
the next time someone asks me if i’m a feminist i’m just gonna tell them to watch this movie
My mum doesn't watch a lot of movies. We live in the middle of nowhere and the only cinema near us only shows bad comedies or action movies, genres we both don't like very much. After I was old enough to go to the theater on my own she didn't watch movies outside of our living room for almost a decade because going to Vienna just to watch a movie seemed like too much of an effort. But a few years ago a local film club started to show new arthouse films once a month and when there was a screening of Amour my mum finally agreed to come with me. She had liked The White Ribbon before but she…