Yes, it really is indescribable in a 'Don't Look Now' way. I've seen a lot of movies of this ambiguously toned ilk to the point where they don't phase me as much anymore, but this one hit all the right subtle notes. Not even in a consciously arthouse way in the vein of HBO's The Leftovers. The minimalist point A to B straightforwardness of the happenings leaves more room to the imagination because it's clearly fraught with something more, and naturally this is one of those movie's where lots of projection and slightly on point interpretation will occur. - Then again, I also viewed it through a more literalist lens. - It ties up no loose ends, and we keep groping around, waiting for some modicum of an archetypal structure, and it never really happens. Which makes for an intriguing experience of course. The New Age-y cult certainly does not unfold in stereotypical fashion and only fastidiously tells its hand, with its/their almost melodic insincerity. Incredibly finespun. Convincing.
It's a slow drip, and not altogether great. But well done for the most part. The Lynchian (if I can use that overused descriptor for a second) hostility-soaked weirdness atmosphere really unsettles you. On a gut level I can relate with this sort of malaise that one gets from the crushing, cold tedium of suburbia filled with people that are only half there, but icy all the same. There's a sterility even amidst the familiar. A slight tug of the foreboding (and oddly condescending) even among what would otherwise be safe. Tranquil humdrum haloed by something deeply amiss; a reverse-image American Beauty..sort of; 'Safe' seems less interested in finding something redemptive in this seamy underbelly--just presenting it. This comparison may not be the most apt, but a few minutes after watching it the feel of it vaguely reminded me of Rosemary's Baby.
What struck me more is how quintessentially early 90's the film felt (even though this was mid 90's technically, I guess). Does anyone know what I mean by this? Hard to put into words. Jacob's Ladder is another that embodies early 90's feel to me. And obviously Pulp Fiction and so forth.
Julianne Moore was good as mentioned, and I've never liked her much; or, put it this way: she's always screamed indifference to me. Did a fine job in the demure little deer-in-the-headlights housewife role, pint up and stricken by a loss in translation, similar to Mia Farrow. Though, her coughing jag was pretty unconvincing I have to say.
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