Another giallo-inspired exercise in operatic violence from Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani, directors of the acclaimed Amer.
A kaleidoscopic, synaesthetic psychodrama tuned to the key of giallo. Its title is an evocative mash-up of ‘The Strange Vice of Mrs Wardh’ (1971), ‘All the Colours of the Dark’ (1971), it’s soundtrack has been re-appropriated from various Italian thrillers of the 70s and 80s and it’s motifs are familiar from the works of Bava, Argento, Fulci, Martino and others.
Yet all these touchstones have been reconstituted into a beautiful, intriguing trip through the labyrinth of a man’s disturbed, gynophobic mind – a labyrinth for which the filmmakers fashion both visual and narrative analogues, in the winding staircases and hidden passageways of the Art Nouveau apartment building from which the wife of Dan Kristensen (Klaus Tange) has mysteriously gone missing, and in the film’s intricate Chinese-box structure of stories-within-stories and nightmares-within-nightmares.
Formally experimental, headily disorienting and an aesthete’s wet dream, The Strange Colour of Your Body’s Tears is a schizophrenic blend of arthouse and charnelhouse.