This is the kind of review I always feel the need to state that I have never consumed drugs. But I think if I had, I would perceive time and space kind of like this movie. It reminds me of David Lynch, who is one of my favourite filmmakers ever, where you are not sure what you are watching. Whether it’s a dream or reality. Is it a horror, drama, psycho-thriller? Comedy? Tough to say, for the most part. And yet, you can’t look away, and the movie never bores you. That is if you are into movies like this.
The Strange Colour of Your Body’s Tears (original title L’étrange couleur des larmes de ton corps) is a fascinating movie. Mainly because it starts in so innocently straightforward way. Just read this summary below:
Returning home from a business trip to discover his wife missing, a man delves deeper and deeper into a surreal kaleidoscope of half-baked leads, seduction, deceit, and murder. Does anyone in the building know something?
Source: IMDb.com
And the first 20 minutes or so seem relatively simple to follow. But then this movie starts to delve into… I don’t even know what. Dreams? Surrealism? Time travel? Honestly, I could answer all three of those with “yes”, and it would somehow make sense, and at the same time didn’t at all. And this is the beauty of this film.
Because to me, movies like these are the reason I love cinema. Nothing else manages to transport you into almost another state of mind, another dimension just like these “balls to the walls” films. They are going for something, and it’s fully up to the audience, whether they are on board with it or not. I don’t mind these films if they give me hints throughout them; that would point me in some direction. And in this film, I believe there might be some. That’s why I mentioned time travel, as I have a theory, that somehow our protagonist is stuck between present, future and past? How? Why? Am I right? I don’t know how, why, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I was mistaken. But guess what, that’s ok, to be wrong.
I always wonder, if I were to take drugs before watching something like this, how would it affect me? Would I enjoy myself, to the point I would be shouting from the rooftops about this movie? Or would I go into a deep spiral, where the different eye close-ups would haunt me until I’d sober up? I’ve heard stories about people who enjoy the occasional weed and how they watch movies like this to enjoy themselves more, and I always wondered about how would I enjoy myself? See? The art of cinema truly has the power to take you to some unexpected places, where you wonder whether or not you should start smoking weed.
As you can tell, it’s almost impossible to write a review for this unique film. But I wanted to, even if I convinced one person or put this film on their radar and they would watch it, I would be happy. It doesn’t happen too often that movie ends, and I want to re-watch it straightaway. Even with A++ films, it rarely happens, the feeling of “I need to watch it again, now!” But it happened with this film. I didn’t end up re-watching it, as I had things to do that day. But I think that’s the best I can say about this film. I had no idea what I was watching, yet I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. And when it was over, I was so fascinated with the visuals, the story, the characters, I wanted to watch it again. Just to see whether I could figure it out. This beautiful looking mess.
Overall, The Strange Colour of Your Body’s Tears is as trippy as if David Lynch got high on coffee and cocaine at the same time. It can be disturbing at some points, kind of funny at other times, and the movie engages you for its entire length. What’s more, this might be one of the most unique looking and beautiful movies I have seen in some time, and that is saying something. If you are like me and enjoy films that make you question whether drugs are a good idea or not, give this a try. I can’t guarantee you will like it, but I think you won’t forget it any time soon.
That’s all for this one! Did you see it? What did you think about it? Let me know!
Until next time,
Luke
