a hand reaching out for something to hold. a house hidden behind the trees. a girl on a bike with the wind on her face, passing us by like nothing. what will we do to reach one another? how do we get close, then stay that way?
At this point, I should just tattoo Michael Haneke's name across my ass because he fucking owns it.
Caché is a tricky, tricky film, and Haneke is a tricky, tricky director. He loves to play games with his audience, much like a cat with a mouse. He relishes revealing the part we play as viewers, and consequently calling into question the act of viewership itself. Wheras Funny Games forces us to engage with our participation in film violence (specifically films of the…