About 25 minutes into this film we abruptly learn that the dynamics of the relationship between these two women is far from what it at first seems; and 'The Duke of Burgundy' becomes an engrossing emotional drama about a relationship in crisis. Sidse Babett Knudsen and Chiara D'Anna are both wondrous as the two glamorous lipstick lesbians - especially when their magnificent bone structures are photographed in close up or in profile - and the film doesn't stint on cool girl-on-girl action (there's much zipping up and unzipping of boots, and the film appropriately has credits for both perfume and lingerie). The older, more sophisticated Cynthia (Knudsen), however, is tiring of being required daily to play out the same scenario in which she has to bully her younger lover Evelyn (D'Anna), who remains stubbornly oblivious of the strain this is placing upon Cynthia. Cynthia (presumably in a nod towards Vladimir Nabokov) lectures on butterflies and moths before an all-woman audience attired & coiffed with the same buttoned-down elegance as the two leads. (The only male cast members are the dead insect specimens pinned to pieces of card.) The period is unclear (Cynthia writes her lectures on a very old-fashioned manual typewriter) but vaguely resembles the 1970s of hothouse sapphist fare like 'Daughters of Darkness', 'Die Bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant' and exploitation films like 'Vampyros Lesbos'. (Much of 'The Duke of Burgundy' resembles a vampire film without vampires.)Cynthia's mounting disinclination to keep up with Evelyn's insatiable demands for stimulation is exacerbated by back trouble, (as Victoria Wood once famously put it, "You know I pulled a muscle when I did that grouting",) which means that she's now spending a lot of time slouching about in pyjamas rather than a corset and stockings when not being woken up in the night by Evelyn because of her snoring (although Knudsen still looks chic even in pyjamas without her wig.) Neither Knudsen or D'Anna's first language is English, which lends a certain unreality to their enunciation; but both actresses are extremely eloquent with their eyes and facial expressions. The crowning moment comes with Cynthia's sudden tearful disintegration at her inability to continue for the umpteenth time with yet another of Evelyn's endless roleplays.

The technical characteristics of the film were wonderful. In the beginning of the movie, I was immediately captured by the beautiful cinematography and soundscape.However, what I expected from this movie was an exploration of intermittent reinforcement in relationships.I could have enjoyed this movie a lot more if it had a deeper insight into the sexuality of the two women, instead of playing out as the beginning of a BDSM porn movie.One good quote of the movie is capable to sum up one of the characters' psyche completely: "Oh, if we could all just say 'Pinastri' to end our torments." (Pinastri being their safe word)

This isn't a d/s film really as some say (more routinely known as bdsm but I shorten it to essentials). To my mind, that would be about someone who sheds control and truly gives herself over to another person. What we have instead is someone controlling a fantasy around her. This doesn't preclude it from being good of course but it's worth making the distinction between fetish as piece of theater and vital baring of soul.But this reveals what the film is actually about and only disguised with erotica. It's about obsessive self, the self that tries to control life, shown as the real barrier that stands in the way of knowing intimacy, reducing life to theater. A petulant ego, as we go on to see, that only expects to be pleased and smothers the other, and the rituals, games, fictions it weaves that keep it from being there for the genuine exchange with another person that sex and love are both ways to manifest. In this way she explores neither herself nor her partner.And I would go a step further. The big question in both loving intimacy with another person and making a film about it, or really any film that wants to probe the deepest recesses of self, is by what degrees to know and maintain distance, the distance as ambiguity that you honor by refusing to reduce. By what degrees to anticipate and remain open to spontaneity, lead or allow yourself to be led. You can trust that everyone from Tarkovsky to Lynch has mulled over this long and hard, how much to make known even to themselves.Here there are two reversals of control (over the viewing experience). One in who controls the exchange, and a second about the fictional nature of the exchange. Their effect however is that they leave me with a rather thin reality of petulant abuser and her exasperated enabler. What I have revealed of this world makes me feel that it's not worth staying for.But knowing his previous work, this is a filmmaker who wants to see with an eye that delves into space to know the feel and cares primarily for what creates visual fabrics. I have him on a short list of talent with the potential to be commanding our attention in the near future.A very remarkable flow here delves between the woman's thighs, delves through her sex to the box that contains the skeletal remains of what used to be love, and through it to a forlorn walk in the woods that culminates with another box that is the girl swallowing her with suffocating desire.So he has good intuitions, an eye that reminds me of Europe in the 70s. I hope he grows and takes the leap from being a Juraj Herz or more intelligent Franco into transcendent dreamworlds (as opposed to symbolic). But if he rests here, part of me will be happy all the same, the part of me that favors ethereal wandering. We don't get much of it anymore.

BERBERIAN SOUND STUDIO, is centred on a British sound engineer Gilderoy (Jones), who previously works on projects such as pastoral documents, arrives in Italy to work in a new project from Italian director Giancarlo Santini (Mancino) in the titular studio, which he has no idea is a spooky giallo about witches, anyway he stays and engages in working with the obnoxious producer Francesco (Fusco), but due to the barrier of language and the rude behaviour received from his new colleagues, Gilderoy is incapable of blending in with the team and begins to question his professional competence, hallucinations and dreamlike sequences ensue, what is the real deal to bring him to the studio? Is he one of the characters in the giallo flick or an unwitting guinea pig of a bigger but secret project?Everything will end in a befuddling concussion and here is my main gripe, it is a 93-minutes film, stuffed with minute details towards the omnipresence of sound (both lifeless objects and human voice including screaming and post-dub process), and striking shots of various apparatus and items (mainly vegetables) used to create specific sound in a claustrophobic working environment, lumbers drearily until the last 15 minutes or so (the most banal part is the stereotyped depiction of the Italian crew), the storyline finally begins to project an uncanny angle which piques curiosity, but as if Strickland doesn't have a clear train-of- thought of what has happened, the picture comes to a halt abruptly, provokes the frustration due to one's unquenched satisfaction mixed with a sense of deception, obviously something rotten is festering (other than the vegetables), but there are so little clues being offered for us to conjecture a plausible upshot. Fortuitously, this bitter taste will be massively dispelled in Strickland's latest project, THE DUKE OF BURGUNDY, a lesbian drama set in an ethereal world with no men in sight (yes, no dukes or whatsoever, even a mannequin sitting among the audience during the academic symposium is female). Cynthia (Knudsen) is a lepidopterologist (a branch of entomology concerning the study of moths and butterflies), actually the film's title refers to a particular species of butterfly in UK. She lives in a quaint and baroque villa in an anonymous rural area with her younger lover Evelyn (D'Anna), probably her disciple.Due to Strickland's ingenious trickery, initially audience is ushered to a scenario of a two- play between Cynthia, a harsh mistress and her subservient maid Evelyn, the latter will be punished if she doesn't meet the former's strict demand. Later their real identity lays bare that the two are actual lovers, their double-imaged sex scenes embroider a layer of mystery into their devoted passion, and more shockingly, the punishment is implied to be urolagnia, which immediately explains why Cynthia is persistently shown drinking water before their role-play. So it is about BDSM, a lesbian variant of 50 SHADES OF GREY (2015)? Believe me, it's much better! The role definition is another twist here, the apparently dominant Cynthia, is really the passive one, all her act is wholesomely scripted by Evelyn in advance, who can only satisfy her libido by being put under some sort of punishment/humiliation, she dictates which line Cynthia should deliver, at what precise moment, which costume and wig she should wear during the occasion. Nevertheless, after the repetitious act, Cynthia grows tired of the game, and mainly because she doesn't enjoy it sexually, and meanwhile Evelyn becomes more and more difficult to be satisfied, since commitment is the key in role- playing, once Cynthia has a slip of mind in her role, a small chasm will inevitably engenders. After a futile effort to purchase a tailor-made bed or a human toilet (I cannot even imagine what it is), Evelyn's request escalates to be locked up in an antique chest with hands tied up for the night as a punishment she enjoys, their relationship is under severe strain, until a corny set piece of betrayal opportunely emerges (by cleaning other woman's boots).Meritoriously Strickland doesn't resort to hyperbole, he sticks to the eerie atmosphere, picturesque location, tonal device, to decipher Cynthia's incubus and Evelyn's controlling nature, butterflies and specimens are deployed with staggering beauty and the finale, a rotation to the beginning, is a hymn celebrating the delicate equilibrium between two lovers, love demands sacrifice, both parties can take one step back and strive to re-connect from the very start, that is a profound meditation on the nature of love, however cinematically contrived the story is, this end-note remarkably hits the bull's eye.Both films feature strong leading performances, Toby Jones in BSS, is an outsider awkwardly boxed up in a bizarrely sonic space, helplessly struggles to get a grip with his own sense while forcibly keeping the appearance of sobriety, and his stern look during a prolonged close-up is a defiant testimony of the perseverance from an unattractive character thespian, if the camera lingers on him longer, he can be an attention-grabber too.Danish actress Sidse Babett Knudsen, mostly known for Susanne Bier's Oscar-nominated foreign picture AFTER THE WEDDING (2006, 7/10) expresses in fluent English and lights up the screen with a sympathetic presentation of a woman plagued by her lover's gruelling quest to challenge the limbo of human lust. Italian actress Chiara D'Anna, also appears in BSS, not a knockout at first sight, but grows on you with her seductive manner of speaking and unyielding determination to delve into the darkest side of her sexual thrill. All in all, TDOB is a deliriously lurid fable with a swooning flagrancy, without a doubt Strickland's best work to date.