Enthralling and delicious. It felt wrong watching it with anyone else in the room it was so intimate and personal. I wanted it all to myself, to enjoy it in private like a sexy secret. I imagine Roman Polanski, alone with his wife and his lookalike, directing them directing each other, his own sexy secret.
I’d never heard the term “chamber drama” before I read it referring to this film. Like chamber music, it put the focus on the players and their performances with a bare minimum of distraction and extraneous noise. But, unlike a live performance, the film has the added dimension of the lens controlling what the viewer sees and how they see it. I was very willingly seduced into my role as voyeur and enjoyed the power Polanski’s eye held as his doppelganger lost his directorial power over the seemingly desperate actrice.
I’m still trying to understand the sexist dynamic but I feel like my own latent sexism has been pointed out because I reduce female characters to romantic objects. I feel guilty for craving to watch what Thomas clearly craves to do. My cheeks are still burning from her accusations. Is it sexist to conflate sex and love? Is it sexist to sexualize a woman’s power?
8/10