Does the Belgian police really wear those red arm bands? That’s just bizarre.
Are those armbands for real!? I tried googling them but came up blank.
Eep. This is a movie I bought at random for my one-movie-per-country blog series, but I didn’t watch it because it looked like it was New French (only Belgian) Extreme Cinema.
But I’m giving it a try now in case I was wrong… but I’m ready to bail if it get too grisly.
It starts off with a paedophile frolicking with a boy in a field.
Hm… but is this more of a police procedural? It’s very dark. I mean, everything is risibly in need of more light bulbs: Nurses are working under 2W lamps…
Hey! Almost all the tomatoes like it.
It really is a police procedural. If it hadn’t been for the extreme levels of (thankfully only implied (so far, I’m writing this at the 20 minute mark)) horrors, it could have been a BBC TV series. It’s got all the clichés, with the investigator having his own daemons; the retired cop with the clues; going rogue; ad nauseam (and I mean that literally).
OK, now there’s an autopsy and I skipped forwards a bit.
This is a competently made thriller, but it’s kinda ridic. It’s so over the top. The only way this movie even remotely works is by bludgeoning the audience with the horrors shown and alluded to.