This one got under my skin. The three characters are these fetish objects of happiness. The camera clings to them, and I wonder why? Finally I realize it's because the director detests them. They are... white people... normals, the enemy of cinema. He then brings us this outsider foil girl, of course she is a gem, very cute and endearing, and they go on to destroy her. So the filmmakers, they went out their way to cast the realist, most sensitive woman they could find, breathe as much life as they could into her, and then just break her. Beating down a woman, who is already beat down, is non-participatory for an audience, just in the way the film holds us at a distance in their vacation at the start, it is just there to provoke us with its resolution. The movie just did too good of a job of pressing your buttons, and just because they can, doesn't mean they should. It's the rare film that makes me second guess my enjoyment of the directors other works.
Review of Last Summer
