I do not know where to begin. Truly, I don’t. I am overwhelmed, full on something (everything), and every time I turn a page, it all spills out. It has been so long since I have felt this way, like the world is capable of anything. I am overwhelmed with the achievement.

But maybe this will resonate: You know those films, the rare ones, that shoot across your sky like a comet? You never seem them coming — no one…

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…