The Killing of a Sacred Deer (2017)
Revenge o’clock.
HELENA’S NOTES:
Note1: I have discovered Yorgos Lanthimos first. Okay, maybe not the first in the whole wide world, but I definitely discovered it before Olga, no matter what she tells you. I remember it so clearly, we were browsing IMDB for the next big thing to watch, and I asked, ‘Well how about Lobster?’ She gave me a pair of those witchy old eyes of hers, and said, ‘No thank you. I’m not hungry.’ I laughed, obvs, but only to myself, because I didn’t want to make her look like an idiot. That just isn’t how I roll. So I said, ‘Dogtooth?’, but she just asked me to please stop making fun out of her tragic teeth-situation. Must admit I was getting slightly impatient with her ignorance by this point, especially considering how much she loved to come across all clever and informed. But still I said nothing, on account of being a super spiritual fictional character and all that. ‘Alps look good,’ I said. Olga shut the laptop and got up so violently, she sent the chair flying into a kitchen sink (her flat is that small). ‘You know I’m scared of the Alps, as well as serpents and paisley patterns! And yet you keep bringing these things up⏤do you want me to loose my mind? Is that it?’
Bit too late for that, I’d say.
Note2: Barry Keoghan is not exactly my type, isn’t especially hot, and doesn’t have a whole lot of armpit hair, but he is so bloody amazing as Martin, the Dark Matter from Hell, I basically so would.
Collin Farrell is also brilliant, has been ever since the second season of True Detective. Way too old for me, though. Shame but true.
This nonsense stops here.
OLGA’S NOTES:
Note1: Yorgos Lanthimos may be a great director, but I’m particularly in owe of his writing⏤and that of his Alps, Dogtooth and Lobster and The Killing of a Sacred Deer co-writer, Efthimis Filippou. Innovative, bewildering and complete, their scripts read like a brand new language, with the sounds, colours and flavours all of their own. A bit like playing the meaning of life and death, backwards.
Which could be the reason that, unlike the aforementioned films, the memory of The Favourite started to fade almost as soon as I’ve finished watching it.
Note2: With The Killing of a Sacred Deer, we’re back on the subject of the Real Fairy Tale. Mystical, magical, gruesome and cruel, the story unravels like a bad dream which quickly slips into a nightmare that somehow continues to permeate our chosen version of the waking reality, forever reminding us that this life is equally blessed and cursed⏤and there’s nothing any of us can do to change that.
Note3: I’m not going to justify Helena’s ramblings with a comment, except to say that my fear of serpents is getting better by the minute. In fact, I’ve managed to almost completely overcome it, until that unfortunate Twitter video clip about wild Earth featuring the most ferocious cobra attack caused me to act out my fear in a way I’d much rather not go into here; a temporary set back, I’m sure.
Make it better.