A tight, well constructed thriller, that’s as suspicious as it is believing.
A very well executed thriller with a beautiful enigmatic ending. It’s what Netflix is doing best. Low budget films that once might’ve had limited theatrical release. Now it’s there for us to find for not very much a month.
For some reason Facebook always makes me think of a line by @Test_Dept. The last track Corridor of Cells, on their 1986 album The Unacceptable Face of Freedom, contains the lyric that sums up the giant. “Domestic fascism. Armed with a TV smile.”
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An answer prompted by a Jon Swaine and Stephanie Kirchgaessner article in The Guardian: UK rights advocate co-owns firm whose spyware is ‘used to target dissidents’
This article is full to the brim with all kinds political intrigue, hypocrisy, big money, hacking, terrorism, repressive governments, dissidents, and the glamour of the art world.
There are a dozen ways to build a plot around what’s on offer. There’s the journalist uncovering a conspiracy version. I have in mind something like The Parallax View (1974) or State of Play (2003). There’s an innocent accused of a crime version. Think Enemy of the State (1998) or The Pelican Brief (1993). There’s a version from inside law enforcement. Something like The International (2009) or Serpico (1973). It could easily be part of the plot for a spy film like Casino Royal (2006) or Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (2011).
My initial thoughts have the husband of an imprisoned dissident kidnap a wealthy art dealer Jill, and hold her hostage. The kidnapper starts to make demands of the art dealer’s husband, Jack. Conspiring with each new demand to expose his corrupt activity. As the plot drips through it becomes apparent it’s actually Jill’s spyware being used to hack Jack’s phone. All kinds of his secrets are exposed to the world. The kidnapper holds one last secret about Jill’s husband. When the two men finally meet to exchange their partners, Jill demands to know the final secret. When the kidnapper finally has his wife, he reveals Jack’s last secret to Jill. The news is so devastating to her, she kills Jack. We are left wondering, never knowing, his secret.
Another strange walk through the primal urges of Gaspar Noe. A strange and beautiful version of life and death, heaven and hell, set to a disco beat. Less Disco 2000, more Studio 54.