Red Rooms

feeling when one title keeps catching your eye? That was "Red Roses" for me. The film opens without uttering a single word, yet you immediately understand that Kelly Anne has something consuming her - an obsession with this case that's written all over her. There's no need for exposition or explanation; the cinematography does the talking for you. You can feel in your bones that she's there for a reason, and that silent beginning is genuinely brilliant. It sets the tone for everything that follows. What I really appreciate about this film is how it doesn't look away from the facts. The case details are laid out in painstaking, graphic detail. It's horrifying to listen to - truly shocking. But that's exactly the point. Those moments of raw, uncomfortable truth create this mounting tension that keeps pulling you deeper into the story. You can't switch off because the film won't let you. There's this technique the director uses where the camera slowly moves towards Kelly Anne while dialogue is happening. It sounds simple, but it's devastatingly effective. With every inch the camera closes in, your anticipation grows, and the tension tightens around you. I found myself leaning forward without realising it, completely absorbed. The color grading throughout the film is absolutely stunning. It's moody, it's precise, and it creates this atmosphere that gets under your skin. Combined with an exceptional sound design that shifts between tension, anger, and quiet dread - sometimes all within moments - you're being manipulated in the best possible way. The audio doesn't just support what you're seeing; it elevates it. Midway through, I kept wondering why Clementine would support Ludovic Chevalier, the murdered man. I was really hoping the film would dig into that and explain the psychology behind it. At the same time, the film maintains this constant curiosity about Kelly Anne herself - who is she really, and why is she so deeply invested in this case? That dual mystery keeps you watching, keeps you thinking. Around the last thirty minutes, something shifts. You start getting this creeping feeling that maybe Kelly Anne isn't entirely mentally stable - that perhaps something is genuinely wrong with her. And then the film drops these moments that make you literally say, "What the hell is she doing?" in disbelief. It's genuinely disturbing, and you're caught between being horrified and absolutely fascinated. Here's where the brilliance really hits: the film enters a completely different zone in those final thirty minutes. It's not immediately clear what's happening, and honestly, it's not easy to understand in the moment. But that's the beauty of it. You keep watching because you have to - you need to know what happens. And then, right at the end, something clicks. A scene or a revelation suddenly makes sense, and suddenly every action Kelly Anne has taken throughout the entire film becomes clear in one explosive moment of understanding.