Though I agree with burrobaggy that the film becomes irritating part way through, I have to say that this is exactly the point of it. We are forced to watch Berling's character become increasingly obsessed with Guillemin's, to the point where we are not only disturbed, but also completely perturbed by his inability to let go of Cecilia, who seems so wonderfully and completely uninterested and distant (something French actresses do best!). I admit that while I watched the movie, I had to turn it off part way through; I, myself, became so anxious by and annoyed with Martin's obsessiveness. At first, I thought it was because the movie was totally unappealing, even unwatchable. However, once I watched the rest of it and I realised that Kahn probably had every attention of making his subject so intense, so masochistic, and so repetitively annoying in his obsession, the utter irritation and anxiety that the movie provoked in me suggested that not only is the filmmaker very successful in representing pathological behaviour, but also in implicating his audience in that representation.
Review of Boredom
