Je te mangerais

In Italy love is intense, but charming and funny. In America love is easy and romantic but has to pass the test. In Greece it is usually merely a fuck, but in France it can become disturbing. To speak in international terms, France has the most "Talented Mr. Ripley"-like movies I have ever seen. And by that I am referring to the characters' psychosynthesis. You observe them as they gradually descend into the dark corners of the soul. When the time is right, and you have managed to identify with them, they will go ahead and make their harmful thoughts reality. The fear of loss, obsessiveness, extreme jealousy.. sanity goes out the window. If you are a sensitive person, you soon start to think that it might be you over there.
If, on the other hand, you like to see all things square, then you might deduce that it is plainly sick.
I personally don't like to see love as a destructive force, and I was always a strong defender of respecting the others' decisions to the point that I get chills on my spine just by hearing stories of possessiveness. I also have to admit that I didn't find anything exciting in this film. Nevertheless, it had some very interesting elements that I noticed like the absence of male figures and especially the absence of their close-ups. Its like men have no face, which obviously reflects the loss of the leading character's father. Her actions are clearly "justified" when we learn that following her father's death, her mother left her without warning, only to leave her the burden of an unwanted person, full of insecurities and fear underneath the shell of a beautiful and strong woman. There is also the absence of light, as if the characters are walking blindly, following their instincts instead of common sense, and all the time trying to keep their shameful actions hidden.
I don't know why it failed to capture me. Maybe I was just not in the mood for a movie like this.