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Naboer AKA Next Door (2005). Skimming the fat to a mere 75 minutes, Naboer is a flick that could nary tolerate any more running time. This sexually infused psychological thriller, told in a discombobulating fashion, reminds us of the rare directorial puissance of Polanski or Lynch. The acting was strong, with the lead as restrained innocence personified; maybe too restrained. The titular "neighbors" were perfectly just left of right, with that "cannot put your finger on their agency of iniquity" atmosphere that creates such a wonderful balance of tension. The set was tremendously claustrophobic and only seemed to be further closing in on the character and viewer alike. The story and direction were the product of obvious talent, though the creepy violence found here might not be for everyone. And that ceaselessly roaming camera just piled on more and more tension; it was if it were reading the mind of the viewer with lush reward. Weak stomachs and minds need not apply, but for those not easily offended or sickened, Naboer is a must see. Merci beaucoup.
Genruk
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Fate is my mistress, mother of the cruel abomination that is hope.
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