This whole time I thought that woman in the beginning with the red hair was Angelica Huston. This whole fuckin time. Fifteen years. And I'm now realizing how not-true that is. Doesn't even look like her.
Against my better judgement, you're all about to read one of the most personal things I've written. Because why not? It's much easier to say these things to a bunch of people you've never met, after all.
After Michéle is assaulted (the first time), she cleans the broken dishes off the floor, throws away the dress she was wearing, takes a bubble bath, and orders sushi.
After I was assaulted, I asked him to drive me back to my dorm,…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
But is there really a witch?, I thought, after first reading about this film over a year ago. I was mostly expecting this to be an ambiguous tale where the titular evil-doer was metaphorical, an approach that's not unfamiliar to arthouse films of today. But my inner darkness was absolutely delighted to discover this was not the case.
A mere 10 minutes in (maybe, I was too entranced to look at my watch) and we're witness to the stringy-haired, naked…