Curve (2016)

Good old Existentialism. Life is a struggle with no objective purpose, but there is liberation in the fact that we are therefotr free to make our own.

This applies no less if one happens to be suspended, on a curve, above an abyss and struggling to cling on to life. The concept of the film is superb, but so is Laura Jane Turner's extraordinary facial acting, with not one word of dialogue. The visual framing of every shot is sublime. Each minor event is hugely shocking and effective. The increasingly bloody hands of our nameless, desperate protagonist foreground the utter absence of any hope. Yet she struggles, she asserts herself regardless. And there is power in that, a power she creates for herself.

It is the concept itself that lingers in the mind. For we are all mortal, and must live with the certainty of our eventual extinction. It is up to us to find our footholds, however bloody our fingers become, to struggle through the suffering that is life, to find meaning in the brief candle of existence.

Pondering such things puts me in a defiantly upbeat mood. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a bit weird.