The film is narratively propulsive, but the plot is hardly the point. McGregor follows her, sometimes he aids her, sometimes he tries to stop her, always he watches her. Sometimes for money, sometimes out of self-defense. Judd moves across America, city to city, killing men as she goes.
At the urging of his daughter/raging-id he begins to follow her. While he knows he should report the crime, this woman looks like Ashley Judd circa 1999 and so a little murder is hardly a deal breaker. He sets up his cameras, expecting to catch the two sleeping together, but instead witnesses the woman murder the man, break into hysterics, and then comport herself and dispose of the body.
McGregor is assigned a man to follow, and he follows him to a rendezvous with a beautiful woman. She’s a fountain of bad advice, constantly urging him towards his darkest and most unhealthy desires. McGregor hallucinates his daughter, or at least the image he’s picked as his daughter, and interacts with her openly and publicly.
#Eye of the beholder movie
It’s an unconscionably cruel gesture, but the movie gives the subtle suggestion that McGregor had it coming. Among his gadgets and gizmos he has a class photograph from a girls’ elementary school, and on the back his wife has scrawled, “guess which one is your daughter, asshole”. His clients and targets, his closest friends and co-workers, are all just images on a screen. He lives a secluded solitary existence, the sort of way Harry Caul might live had he been a part of the Internet age. The plot follows Ewan McGregor as some sort of an intelligence officer, though his job seems to mostly be photographing rich people’s infidelities like any regular private dick. And yet this fate is somehow sadder because it is deserved. Its characters are drawn towards their doom by impulses that they can’t understand and are powerless to refuse, until in the end they are consumed and destroyed by a fate they choose and deserve. What it reminds me of the most is a Daphne Du Maurier story. It’s a Neo-Noir, but unlike most Neo-Noirs it isn’t really a thriller or a mystery. This week, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but audiences still have shit taste.Įye Of The Beholder belongs to a genre that doesn’t exist.
#Eye of the beholder series
In this series I’ll be reviewing those 19 films. Since Cinemascore began operation in 1979 only 19 films have received the lowest score.
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