"How often, after seeing a thriller, do you continue to think about the lives of its characters? If you open up most of them, it’s like looking inside a wristwatch. Opening this one is like heart surgery."
It's been five or six days, and I can't stop thinking about Revanche. There are certain parts of it -- especially the calloused ugliness in the opening twenty minutes of some of its cheap and sleazy
characters -- that I'd like to forget. But the film builds and culminates in a meditation on revenge, to a point at which revenge is the last, and worst, possible option.
I can't quite put a finger on this one. It's a quiet, haunting work. I know I want to see it again.
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