A central character in Pascal Plante’s disturbing thriller is a mousy-looking man, the kind of nameless determine you wouldn’t give a re-assessment, on trial for the brutal murders of three teenage ladies, which he broadcast dwell on the darkish net. And he’s not even the scariest individual onscreen in Purple Rooms (Les Chambres rouges).
That will be Kelly-Anne, performed to chillingly icy perfection by Juliette Gariépy. For causes by no means defined within the movie — showcased on the Karlovy Fluctuate Worldwide Movie Competition — profitable style mannequin Kelly-Anne has turn into obsessive about Ludovic Chevalier (Maxwell McCabe-Lokos, personifying the banality of evil), whose case is being heard in a Montreal courtroom.
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Though the killer is masked in two of the snuff movies (the third has gone unfound), there’s a preponderance of proof towards Chevalier, who sits alone in a sales space like a modern-day Adolf Eichmann. He’s all of the extra terrifying for his emotionless demeanor, wanting as if he’s vaguely bored by the proceedings.
Kelly-Anne reveals up on the courtroom day by day, presumably in help of Chevalier, dubbed by the media the “Demon of Rosemont,” though the mannequin by no means expresses her emotions come what may to anybody.
That’s in sharp distinction to her fellow serial killer groupie, the teenage Clementine (Laurie Babin), who insists on Chevalier’s innocence and loudly proclaims her indignation over his being railroaded to anybody who’ll pay attention. Because the trial progresses with its horribly graphic content material, a sufferer’s mom declares her disgust to Chevalier’s unlikely supporters: “You’re spitting on our daughter’s grave.”
United by their shared curiosity, the 2 ladies type a bond. Kelly-Anne invitations the clearly homeless Clementine to crash at her place, a sterile condo in a contemporary high-rise constructing that includes terrific views and the fixed sound of whistling wind. Kelly-Anne reveals herself to be a technological whiz, her life managed by a custom-designed A.I. named “Guinevere,” which responds to each voice command, even telling not-so-bad jokes when requested.
Though severely misguided in her convictions, the immature Clementine not less than reveals indicators of humanity, breaking down in hysterics after she calls right into a tabloid tv speak present and is swiftly humiliated by the host. Kelly-Anne, then again, is as dispassionate as her A.I. assistant, solely revealing her inner strife when she pushes herself to the purpose of exhaustion in a exercise. It’s a top quality that serves her properly in her occupation, wherein she comes throughout like a beautiful clean model. The identical goes for her aspect gig enjoying on-line poker, the place her absence of emotion makes her a constant winner.
Tapping into the weird development of ladies turning into enamored with serial killers that has solely grown extra prevalent in trendy instances, the movie retains us guessing the place the story goes — each by way of the symbiotic relationship between the 2 ladies and the way far Kelly-Anne will go in pursuing her obsession, even at the price of shedding her profession.
The reply is finally revealed in a disquieting courtroom scene when she makes a dramatic gesture and is rewarded by Chevalier exhibiting curiosity for the primary time. It’s at that time that the story goes in one other fascinating course totally.
French Canadian writer-director Plante — whose final function, Nadia, Butterfly, was a 2020 Cannes choice — demonstrates highly effective stylistic management over his provocative materials, from the elegantly chilly visuals and ominous sound results (that whistling wind appears as if it’s echoing via Kelly-Anne’s hole soul) to Dominique Plante’s eerie rating, which feels like a Bach fugue having a breakdown.
Much more spectacular are the lead performances. Babin is heartbreaking because the confused Clementine, who responds to Kelly-Anne’s kindness just like the unsure baby she actually is, making her character by some means sympathetic even at her most strident. And Gariépy, masterful in her emotional and bodily exactness, is a revelation because the enigmatic Kelly-Anne, whose stringent management over herself and her setting masks a sick compulsion whose origins we will solely guess at.