So here's the situation: Your son is schizophrenic and your woman is sick, prostrate in bed, without could have looked after oneself. You live in an enormous mansion in complete decadence and isolated: A place in loneliness that already lived his better years. You must to go away of house during some days, as soon as you call to a nurse in order to get busy of your woman and of your son. Breakpoint: Your schizophrenic son wants to be useful and to become the man of the house during your absence, as soon as impede the access to the nurse. Quit of taking his medication, try to take care of his sick mother, removes the telephone, close up the doors and to depart of there, everything converts at a hell because of an effect domino itself than chain tragedies.
It is a VERY disquieting film. Rumley acclimatizes the history at a scene already in itself tortuous: So much for his isolated and the deficient status of the installations of a depressive mansion, whose big dimensions contribute to iciness, such rooms of empty spaces seem to be agonizing just like the characters's life. Total desolation. And at this place a family has scattered on the fatalism. The schizophrenic son leads us to ( and I say we because imagery drag us along, they implicate us ) the maximum madness, to the perception distorted of reality. It turns out to be very uncomfortable to see the suffering, the torment, of the sick mother in hands of his innocent son.
Simon Rumley seems to me a director with good aim to transmit unwholesome sensations. Here combine a staging calmed, of long diagrams, with sequences of set-up accelerated, maddening, that materialize the schizophrenic person's internal explosion.
You have to watch it and suffer it.