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Berlin Syndrome: Film Review

Clare (Teresa Palmer) travelled to Berlin in search of an unforgettable life experience, but one suspects that such plans didn’t involve being held captive in an airless apartment by a mentally unhinged local (played here with a sinister twitch by German actor Max Riemelt). Unfortunately for her, that’s exactly the situation she finds herself in during Berlin Syndrome, Aussie director Cate Shortland’s effectively chilly psycho-thriller.

When Clare first meets Andi (Riemelt), however, she can’t help but be seduced by his mild-mannered charm, enquiring nature, and interest in photography: she having come to Germany from Australia alone to take pictures of the GDR architecture. Awakening in his flat the following morning to discover the door bolted shut and the windows tightly sealed though, it isn’t long before Clare’s attraction for Andi is replaced by alarm.

Parallels with J Blakeson’s distinguished neo-noir drama The Disappearance of Alice Creed are easily perceptible. Like Blakeson, Shortland’s direction is taut, edgy, and carefully refined so as to ensure the material remains disturbingly uncomfortable, whilst avoiding the seedier territory of torture porn. The pacing is ambitiously measured, with Shaun Grant’s creepy yet contrived script – adapted from Melanie Joosten’s novel of the same name – being best served when the story lingers on the forbiddingly ominous atmosphere that Shortland shapes from the piercingly crisp colours of Germain McMicking’s lens, and the unflinchingly eerie notes of Bryony Marks’ score.

Palmer, whom many will recognise from her lead role in David Sandberg’s strong supernatural shocker Lights Out, does well to use the film’s restrained rhythm as an opportunity to commandingly try and explore the dramatic grey areas of the narrative; the title playing on the idea of Stockholm Syndrome, and suggesting that the flickers of affection Clare shows towards her captor may stem from a growing emotional dependence. But frustratingly, Shortland doesn’t quite have the dexterity necessary to try and formulate these reflections into a deeper psychoanalysis.

James McAllister

Film journo and online editor with a tendency to buy more DVDs than he knows what to do with. James has a hearty willingness to watch anything, a guilty love for action films starring Arnold Schwarzenegger, and a fervent dislike of anyone who dismisses a film before they've seen it!

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