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Scary Movies: Cache
On the whole, horror movies don't scare me. Sure, there are the occasional exceptions (i,.e. zombie movies by Danny Boyle) but whenever a movie is starting to get to me, I can remind myself of how, well, movie-esque these movies can be. No, someone will not kill me in my sleep. There isn't a videotape that will kill you in seven days. And, no matter what you think, Jason Voorhees will not find a way to get into space in 2455.
Cache (French for 'Hidden') is a movie that offers no such easy exit. Set in modern Paris, Michael Haneke's film takes place in a world where the P.A.T.R.I.O.T Act is scarier than Freddy and Jason combined. Haneke's protagonist, an upper class television presenter played by Daniel Auteuil, has a damn good life. He has an interesting job, is well off, a budding athlete for a son and Julette Binochet as a wife. But someone is watching him. Well, not him exactly. His house. For hours and hours on end. They're not doing anything except for videotaping the experiance and leaving it on his doorstep. At least, that's what it starts off as. But Auteuil isn't the man he seems to be. There are things even his fame and good fortune cannot cover up.
A film essentially about the fine line of watching someone and voyeurism, Haneke does an amazing job messing with the audience's heads. What you think you're seeing may not be that at all, and even if it is what you want to see, should you be seeing it in the first place? All the sense of impending doom from a good horror movie is found here, but it's punched up by a nail-biting sense of paranoia. Although there's hardly any blood, it doesn't give an inch of breathing room. From the very first hypnotic scene, the tension is already at boiling point, and you're already sucked in. If you're going to get a movie tonight, chances are that most of the mainstream staples are already gone. Take a chance with this French indie. Just be prepared to scream every time a trick-or-treater rings the doorbell.