SHAME (Steve McQueen, 2011)
The phrase ‘Misery porn’ never seemed so apt. The pacing and the composition render it thoroughly immersive, and with a velvety-woozy Manhattan backdrop, ‘immersive’ is exactly how I like my misery porn.
And the performances are so unaffected (and am I allowed to say ‘raw’?) that they impact you on a primal level and even lend the cliché-riddled narrative an emotional force it doesn’t properly earn.