High Tide

There was not a lot happening in the movie. I didn't care much for the protagonist, she wasn't much of a likeable or smart person. The ending was unexpected, in both a bad and a good way. The acting and the cinematography were the best aspects. The locations and shots were great. The main actress did a good job of portraying a strong yet scared woman. The antagonists were very creepy, especially the younger one. He really felt like a psychopath, while being realistic. Maybe if this was a 30 minute short I would give it a higher rating, as there wouldn't be many boring parts, and the parts that don't make a lot of sense seem to come from the movie needing to last for an hour and a half.

The title (high tide) is a metaphor for the horny protagonist who leads an apparently serene life despite a barely contained sexual ferocity. The 'tide' meant to envelop us dramatically never transcends the wishful-thinking level. The atmosphere should be unsettling, as, in theory, this drama would be an essay on (i) the differences among the social classes, and (ii) the psychological game of power within the Argentine bourgeois class. Laura, an amoral, cynical, pagan bourgeoise, has as many tattoos as the big-penis foreman (Weisman) with whom she dances, drinks red wine and eventually screws. Two other workers, of 'inferior' ethnicity (Indians), however, began to harass her morally, crossing the social frontier and making it clear to Laura that the space of the bourgeois 'oppressor' has been thoroughly invaded by the 'oppressed' rabble. When Weisman disappears from work and the unprotected, falsely privileged Laura must deal with the other workers alone, she backs off, cornered, keeping her watch but being watched by them. Tension builds, workers become undisciplined and rebellious. Nothing much happens, however. In the background, there is even a husband, the tame cuckold. Films like this, which would like to pass as 'seventh art,' are but despicable mixtures of soft-core, and lots of pseudo-intellectual pretension.