You. For those who love food and food,
Give life to please?!
I'd rather be at the fucking bar.
Pineapple water! (Vladimir Mayakovsky)
Look at the screen. On the sun-warmed coast in a picturesque secluded place at the foot of the rocks in a white, saving from the midday heat, a house with bright shutters of the color of the summer sky rests an attractive woman with an 8-month-old baby daughter, enjoying the sea and silence, waiting for the arrival of her beloved husband. Idyll, to violate which, it would seem, no one can, especially the lonely tourist, who asked permission to set up a tent on land belonging to a young family.
Take a closer look. François Ozon manages from a carefree home vacation, more suitable for melodrama, to build a thriller, resorting to the help of only three actresses, one of whom is only able to defecate, eat and cry. Is there anything else to expect from a director who, as a child in his first film, did not come up with anything better than to kill his parents, and even persuaded them to play the role of victims? So in a predictable way, the screaming baby becomes a burden and an alarm, and the young mother, self-satisfied with the handle of the chair or running away, completely forgetting about the child, into the dating forest nearby to watch the gay Minet and ask for a spontaneous cunnilingus under the nearest tree, becomes a bored anxious wind slut. Idyll? A casual guest with unkempt dirty nails, leaving behind a pile of shit in a sterile white toilet, pulling up dirty underpants with one hand, and dipping the toothbrush of a hospitable hostess in fresh excrement, the picture of a degraded society will not spoil. You can expect anything from such individuals.
Keep your eyes open. You risk missing the moment when the calm peaceful nature will acquire a threatening beauty, deprived of the impressionistic light colors, the inspired process of childbirth will be simplified to the dissection of the perineum and the penetration of feces there, and the scandalously famous Frenchman will begin to lead you for the red color, like a bull intended to kill for the triumph of a matador – the dome of a lonely scarlet tent will tremble with a flaming heart in the night, foreshadowing danger; punzilloma tulips will frankly pay for the blood in the supermarket, they will give themselves an endlessly wait for the meat. Or maybe yours will boil! You are the same bull, and Ozon, masterfully without talking, juggling sex, death and black souls, sneaks into your consciousness, escalating tension, manipulating, forcing yourself to applaud in the final. Relax and have fun. If you are not a complete imbicile, you will understand that you have just watched the birth of the original style of the director, which he will hone later in the beloved audience and critics of the feature film.
Look at the sea, people don't deserve attention.