(Eskil
Vogt/2014/Norway)
Ingrid, a
writer who has lost her sight, retreats to her apartment and immerses
herself in the stories she creates for fictional characters in her
head. Slowly she loses touch with her real life and transposes
indiscretions and paranoid fantasies onto her husband. This is a well
crafted story, elegantly told and a genuine inquiry on the sensory
displacement of the blind. Sound is all important and the overall
effect of the continuous auditory narrative of muffled traffic, house
creaks, breathes and ambient cacophony is to put the viewer directly into the world of someone with impaired vision. Touch also is demonstrated as key, although maybe not to the same
degree, with scenes of Ingrid pressing herself against a glass
window, stroking fabric with her fingers and describing walls with
her hand. The culmination of the tension between
Ingrid’s fantasies and her real life is an excellent moment of
meta-narrative when the husband in her head begins to question her
thought processes and paranoia as if he were her real husband
presenting her with the truth.
(3/5)
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