The film’s humor is a clenched-fist assault on runaway greed and systemic corruption.
The film trickles out its story world in discrete blocks of sound and image, withholding a great deal of narrative detail.
In its attempts to avoid overstating the obvious, Lore repeats the oblique.
This high-falutin’ Nazi origin story is practically a masterpiece of subtlety in the finger-wagging blowhard Haneke’s canon.
Ever wonder about the ancestors of the murderous jocks in Funny Games?