This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

you can read this film as an exploration of guilt and privilege as it applies to a man's unwillingness to accept his part in both and how that man acts as a synecdoche for all of France, but i personally am choosing to read it as a story about one fucked up couple that was still using their VCR in 2005 and how their refusal to simply not watch VHS tapes led to ruin. haneke's in the pocket of big HD-DVD

my fav haneke yet!!! consistently fascinated by the way he shoots his stories through such a clinical, cold, “objective” viewpoint, without sacrificing a dash of humanity — that talent is especially on display here, since the topic of surveillance plays such a key role. how is this movie both so dense and so sparse!?

that Leonardo DiCaprio pointing at the tv meme is me whenever I’m watching the ending of Caché

I'm not even going to begin trying to decipher this complex web of mystery and deception that I just witnessed. After a few more viewings, I may be able to provide a better and more informed analysis. What I can say is that this is certainly potentially one of the greatest films of the 21st century, true to what others have told me.

i mean... ok

This psychological thriller from Austrian filmmaker Michael Haneke possesses a tremendous central performance from Juliette Binoche as a wife going through a series of disturbing experiences. The trademark Haneke touches, such as his thoroughly voyeuristic approach and his preference for long shots, assures the film is elevated continuously beyond its rather generic framework.

The atmosphere generated has a taut and gripping quality and while the storytelling is, at times, intentionally bewildering as well as deciding to leave several of its narrative threads unresolved as it's psychological examinations squirm to the surface together with a commentary on the potency of regretfulness. Caché contains a discernible sense of fear alongside its disquieting rhythms and is a movie that is difficult not to appreciate.

if you're the person that designs the apartments in Haneke films hmu

Terrorífico y minimalista thriller. Haneke utiliza la suposición y una inquietante estética naturalista para llevar al espectador al límite.

Haneke can shock even the most stone cold of film goers and this movie is a perfect example as to why.

I sent the tapes😅.

Daqueles que você fica olhando pro teto no fim e tenta encaixar o que viu. Legal como o Haneke muitas vezes deixa o trabalho de escolher no que focar em cena para o espectador. Ele não pega na sua mão e te guia sobre cada elemento importante, você que precisa filtrar o que de fato importa no quadro.

Isso ajuda na proposta ao mesmo tempo sugestiva e totalmente aberta da história. "Em que vai sua confiança? Tem certeza?".

Não sei se é o caso de revisitar para procurar pistas ou outros indícios. Acho que a intenção é justamente nos deixar implorando por alguma dica atrás da resposta. Isso se ela existir...

The opening shot is immobile, mechanical, a cheap footage of cold generic day.

the opening line says : "It doesn't look like it was filmed through a window"

It is unvarnished, tangible and unedited,
(unlike the protagonist Georges' TV program and life)

It is real..........

What are we witnessing ? What ultimately we are educating in here? We are watching the sentinels, the rapidly and incessantly Confabulating classes of contemporary France, who propagandize The political chronicles of France's memory! We are watching them manipulating, distorting and tempering the history!

Rewind, cut, edit, stop, back, fast-forward, omit, gear up, slow, move, edit-time

(Editing an episode of his TV show later on, where he cuts back in: the woman on screen smiles and says "it's poetic license, no?").

This strange and mysterious story is almost indistinguishable from what we see in everyday life — Haneke skilfully decorates the mystery with normal and mundane. A married couple receives a series of videotapes in which they see the recordings of their house and, later on, of some other places. The man of the house starts to suspect someone from his past, but chooses to hide this from his family. His desire for this story to remain hidden grows stronger and stronger, which makes him progressively hostile to the whole idea of revealing the truth, depraving him of catharsis. Does he gain any understanding in the end? I believe not, because it is being hidden from him.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

A real tour-de-force. The discussion of what reality is so multi-layered, even the form corresponded (the opening scene!!) . The use of tape recording as a tool to crack open the discussion is very clever. How Haneke tactfully manipulated what materials to present and kept the ambiguity has given room to us to form our own imagined reality. The relationship between this particular story and the wider historical context, how this particular story is a metaphor for the Paris Massacre of 1961 is cleverly played.

Caché is filmed, like the tapes, in long static shots. This unrelenting ‘realism’ makes the film feel as a documentary, and not for a moment do you see the famous actors as anything else but a regular upper-class family.

Director Haneke does not allow the viewer to look outside of the frame of the camera, and does not allow you to look away during key scenes. He makes it impossible to be passive as a viewer. Besides testing your patience, the film also makes demands on the viewers ethics and ability to deal with a seemingly impossible to solve puzzle. But for those that stick through they will get one of the most deliberately crafted thrillers with a lot to say.