Susan Burns

‘Behind Her Eyes’ kept showing up on my recommendations feed so even though I suspected overhype-syndrome I decided to watch it. Ah... illicit love stories, my favorite. It began fine, with a woman having steamy trysts with her boss, the husband of a recently acquired friend. Mmm, delicious. But the film soon melted into a self-conscious arty soup. Enough with the tedious dream sequences, and please give us someone to like. The kid. He was the only likeable character in the whole production. The wife of said hubby is some kind of unpredictable zombie-wraith who glides through her beautiful, expensive ancient family home, idle and lonely. She is unappreciative of the luck and beauty life has given her and is bored bored bored. So she dabbles in drugs, shopping sprees and what I suppose is some kind if amateur astral projection and actually succeeds in body swapping with new girlfriend and a male pal whom she met in a fancy rehab facility. Yawn. Adele’s family tragically perished in a house fire from which dopey doc saved her, but one is never certain that such an event really occurred. If it did, weirdo Adele surely lit the match. The cop-out aren’t-we-imaginative abstract ending is frustratingly unclear. Yes, I came away feeling like an idiot for not having a clue as to what happened and how Louise ended up with Doctor Mediocre. It is the responsibility of the filmmakers to either tell the story or don’t, not lead the viewer on a path to nowhere. What happened? I don’t know. The end.