Elle

Though Michael Haneke’s similar Caché was more mysterious and had more suspense, it is refreshing to see Paul Verhoeven (who usually relies a lot on the formal aspects) return to a visually raw, psychologically intimate drama and rely exclusively on actors. Few characters are normal here and the protagonist is the queen of bitches. We do not sympathize with her for what has happened to her, but we are curious to know how she, in her aloofness towards everyone and everything, will deal with the unexpected demon and what their next interaction will look like. I could do without the humorous undertone that lightens up the serious subject and the exploration of the complex main character. But it’s a part of the director’s unique style that makes the film extraordinary, which is crucial. I gave the fourth star for its perfectly composed direction. It’s no accident that I mentioned Haneke by accident, and Roman Polanski’s name could also be invoked. And that is more than good company for once the creator of Hollywood blockbusters. (2016-11-29)

In this one, Isabelle Huppert portrays a very arrogant woman for whom nothing is sacred and who is literally willing to walk over dead bodies to get what she wants. And since there is really nobody to root for in this film, I as the viewer was left at least to enjoy the psycho thriller atmosphere that the movie really had. But on top of that, the movie lasted for more than two hours, which definitely isn’t a plus in this case. (2017-02-21)

As hard as it was to watch Benedetta, where I struggled to keep my attention through the grueling pace, this is doubly true with Elle. In short, I guess we're not meant to relate to Paul Verhoeven's work, so I'll leave it further without unnecessary biased commentary, but it's really dragging in places. (2021-12-04)

Easily the best written, best acted, and unfortunately the most visually memorable Verhoeven. The camera and editing have no face, the colors are washed out, it comes into focus automatically in motion, making it look like a fakin contemporary Dardenni, which please don’t mistake for praise. There's also an end to Verhoeven's cramming as much information as possible into a single shot, and it may be a bit of the reason why the film's other components are otherwise almost brilliant. Isabelle Huppert plays flawlessly and distinctively one of the best written characters I've perhaps ever seen. She's familiar as a mother, employee, lover, and sadistic acquaintance, yet she's utterly unpredictable in every scene. Verhoeven doesn't usually like to let actors improvise (after things got out of hand in Flesh+Blood), but Huppert reportedly adapted the role quite a bit because she didn't know what to do with the character. Her performance, then, is the pure essence of when three strong and experienced characters blend into one actor to create something as elusive yet real as the protagonist here. The best male-bashing film far and wide, which as a rule the current "strong women (TM) creators" of Twitter can't even come close to. The ambiguous Verhoeven, not giving us easy answers (if any), will be sorely missed in the binary age. (2021-05-05)

Verhoeven's spectacular return to the top league - and at the same time a slap in the face to all childish provocateurs who think that the more perverse the scenes they put on the screen, the deeper they go. Paul made a black, scathing and extremely cynical variation on a rape-revenge movie, which is also a brutal comedy about an incredibly manipulative lady and one very specific therapy. Isabelle Hupert's magnetizing performance, precise directing (the amount of positions that this film deftly connects is a rather unprecedented thing), an extremely precise depiction of perversion and ordinary violence of interpersonal relationships. Were it not for the slightly naive and jerky gaming plane, which refers to the cause of gamersgate and sexism, it would be top notch. But even so, this one of the most inspiring films of the year and best films of this year's Cannes. [Cannes 2016] (2016-05-21)