May December
A deftly constructed film about different layers of predation where lines between agency and powerlessness are blurred and refracted through a fragile glass house the characters have built for themselves. <PERSON>'s character is convinced she can sustain the illusion of normalcy despite the cracks within the foundation, <PERSON>'s character is testing the boundaries of said house not fully trying to break it but to get a better view of the mess inside, and finally <PERSON>'s character who through <PERSON>'s prying does he become aware that his house is made of glass but that he also had a hand in constructing it. Refraining myself from using the word camp if only because <PERSON> stated in interviews that wasn't exactly his intention while filming, but watching this did bring to mind Whatever Happened to Baby James? in how underneath the sensationalist premise there's a palpable tragedy at it's center. Might write more about this on a second viewing once it hits Netflix in December, but as a final note I want to add how wonderful it is to see a movie about male victim of sexual assault that's sympathetic to the trauma he's experienced. 306