Nobody makes movies about crazy families like the French, and Ursula Meier’s Home (2008) is a fresh, mysterious entry in the Post-Modern Family Blues derby, hyperreal to the touch but keeping symbolic secrets. It’s officially a Swiss movie, but I think only because Meier, who’s French, could only find her remarkable location in Switzerland: a lonely, nondescript brick house sitting on the shoulder of a huge expanse of decommissioned highway. The layout, house and road both, are so stark and odd they’re like found objects out of a Surrealist painting.
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On DVD: Isabelle Huppert Tests the Limits in Harrowing Home
