THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT
Watchable. It's sick. The movie puts you inside the head of a deranged psychopath. Music varying between Wagner, Bach, but also "Fame" and "Hit the Road, Jack" emphasises the imbalance. A dull commentary guides you through the moments leading up to the murders. The film depicts the mutilated corpses and body parts graphically. The circles of hell ending suggests a deeper thought behind it but my gut feeling tells me the picture was shot purely for the shock factor. Ineptly in that since it drags due to the spoken narrative. But Matt Dillon is superb and it's a rare occasion to kind-of-experience what's it like to be a demented psychopath. The Polish translation is off with weapons vocab and changes Verge into Wer which deprives it of its meaning and connotations.
Update: My knowledgeable friend has seen the movie and noticed that true psychopaths aren't as emotional as Jack is. Nothing makes them nervous. So that's what the director got wrong.
TOUCH ME NOT
Watchable. Drags awfully. Often disturbing. The disabled people were so revolting I nearly walked out. But it shows and discusses various shapes of physicality and sexuality and reveals e.g. that some disabled people don't suffer and enjoy fulfilling sex lives.
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