Synopsis
A married couple is terrorized by a series of videotapes planted on their front porch.
A married couple is terrorized by a series of videotapes planted on their front porch.
Daniel Auteuil Juliette Binoche Annie Girardot Bernard Le Coq Daniel Duval Maurice Bénichou Walid Afkir Lester Makedonsky Nathalie Richard Denis Podalydès Caroline Baehr Christian Benedetti Loïc Brabant Aïssa Maïga Jean-Jacques Brochier Paule Daré Louis-Do de Lencquesaing Annette Faure Hugo Flamigni Peter Stephan Jungk Diouc Koma Marie Kremer Nicky Marbot Malik Nait Djoudi Marie-Christine Orry Mazarine Pingeot Julie Recoing Karla Suarez Jean Teulé Show All…
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you can read this film as an exploration of guilt and privilege as it applies to a man's unwillingness to accept his part in both and how that man acts as a synecdoche for all of France, but i personally am choosing to read it as a story about one fucked up couple that was still using their VCR in 2005 and how their refusal to simply not watch VHS tapes led to ruin. haneke's in the pocket of big HD-DVD
my fav haneke yet!!! consistently fascinated by the way he shoots his stories through such a clinical, cold, “objective” viewpoint, without sacrificing a dash of humanity — that talent is especially on display here, since the topic of surveillance plays such a key role. how is this movie both so dense and so sparse!?
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 tortue porn variety), Caché poses a question for the audience: is it possible that we are the stalker?
There's much to debate about who, exactly, is filming the tapes that terrorize the Laurent family. The brilliant final shot seems to be providing…
This is from an assignment from my Art Philosophy class, hence why I mostly talk about the opening shot. I got an A.
I often argue for the importance of context in art, and this is one of the ultimate uses of it in film. The opening shot of Michael Haneke’s brilliant film Caché is at first mundane, then terrifying as it recurs throughout the film. It didn’t need to be artfully framed to serve its purpose perfectly and at first glance it isn’t, but, as is always the case with Haneke, there are myriad subtle things that add further to the disturbance.
The opening shot in question is of a domestic city street in France. It lingers for quite…
that Leonardo DiCaprio pointing at the tv meme is me whenever I’m watching the ending of Caché
Juliette Binoche nervously tearing up with an Eminem poster behind her... that’s the 2000s
An eerie, punishing anti-thriller that takes colonial violence and the surveillance state and manifests it into a paranoid, guilt-ridden form of claustrophobia that intrudes on and threatens the private, comfortable existence of those who benefit from them. Haneke can be hit-or-miss when it comes to his observations on genre and white upper-class subjectivity/anxiety but this is his best in my mind because there's something really effective about how he merges the overt denial of horrible history and complacency in mistreatment here with the voyeuristic DV style that doesn't simply blur the distinction between reality and tape but makes image media itself an essential act of witnessing and preserving, and a direct counterpoint to the way that memory can deceive, or…
Caché is so gripping, its dark tale of bourgeois guilt perfectly suited to Haneke's enchantingly brutal style. Everything here is too close to reality in an audio and visual sense, making it never feel quite right in the best way possible. Caché is a film about dredging up secrets and the way that guilt lingers and festers. The subtext about colonialism and society having never owned up to its wrongs from prior years is something everyone analysing Caché seems to draw upon. But I feel it extends beyond that to 21st century phenomena and consequences. There's more than one allusion to trouble in the Middle East, which seems a fantastic example of how past wrongs now bleed into our present.…
“Young man, I refuse to be incriminated by you,” said every generation ever.
Be forewarned that this is one of those films over which the discussion tends to veer towards its purpose rather than its plot, which is not a novel concept when it comes to the filmography of Austrian filmmaker Michael Haneke. So, if you find yourself getting lost in the details of the mystery, you’re kind of missing the point (although they are relevant).
Caché (aka Hidden) finds a man and his wife being terrorized by a series of mysterious voyeuristic videotapes that are being periodically left at their front door. As the man grapples with the possible reasons behind this harassment, the truth of his past begin…
This is not a review, but I just wanted to comment that I greatly appreciate when films don't spoon feed me the answers. Thank you, Mr. Haneke.