Savage Grace (Tom Kalin, 2007)


Though I regularly enjoy films about the depraved and the disturbed, as well as films exploring existential ennui, when a film combines the two in such a way as Savage Grace does, the film leaves the spectator alienated and detached from what should be enthrallingly morbid. The phlegmatism with which it approaches incest and murder is not chilling; rather, it teases the audience with very little pay-off. That it pales in comparison to Christophe Honoré’s Ma Mère is a great shame, especially considering that Savage Grace‘s source text is a true story. Julianne Moore is, as ever, brilliant and her performance in this film does warrant one viewing, but I don’t think anyone could suggest the film as a whole warrants a repeat.



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