I’d never even heard of the new French film, Cache before, so when Chris said he was going to a late showing last night, I didn’t agree to tag along until I’d read about it online. Here’s what I found:
“Georges, who hosts a TV literary review, receives packages containing videos of himself with his family -- shot secretly from the street -- and alarming drawings whose meaning is obscure. He has no idea who may be sending them. Gradually, the footage on the tapes becomes more personal, suggesting that the sender has known Georges for some time. Georges feels a sense of menace hanging over him and his family but, as no direct threat has been made, the police refuse to help.”
I called Chris back. “This looks awesome. I’m in.”
We headed over to the Clay on Fillmore and wandered into the theater. Within five minutes, I was hooked. It’s shot beautifully, it’s got a very stylized, Euro look to it, and you’re sucked into this great mystery immediately. Parts are funny, parts are terrifying and the whole time, you’re trying to figure out who’s sending these goddamn videos.
It’s clever, not just in the story but in how it’s told. And it becomes clear that you have to pay close attention, that every detail might be subtle clue.
After a while, it starts to drag, but I sat there waiting for the big payoff. Is it the orphan? The orphan’s son? Georges’ son? The wrist-kissing friend?
Come on, Frenchies. It’s midnight. I’m falling asleep.
~SPOILER ALERT (kind of)~
The credits roll. That’s it. Chris and I looked at each other.
“What the fuck?”
“Who sent the tapes?”
“I have no idea.”
We walked into the lobby scratching our heads and I headed to the ladies. Needless to say, I found a frenzy of bathroom discussion. “So who sent the tapes?”
“I can’t figure it out.”
“I read, in lots of places actually, that you’re supposed to look in the lower left hand corner during the final shots. The answer is somewhere in the lower left hand corner.”
“And I didn’t see it.”
We went home and searched online, desperate for some internet nerd to gleefully give away the secret. All we could find was intense discussion and theorizing, with lots of mention of the lower left hand corner but nothing definitive.
Apparently, half the people who see it get it, and half don’t. I can’t decide if there’s really one solid answer, or if it’s some big, European, existential, no-one-will-ever-really-know kind of thing.
Well, let me just say for the record. I’m American. I named my blog after Usual Suspects. I like my big surprise endings. I need closure.
And of course, if anyone wants to go, I’ll be heading back to Cache. You can find me in the front row with both eyes glued to that goddamn lower left hand corner…