I was wary before the screening. That I might see lingering shots and otherworldly meanings. Nothing prepared me for all my obsessive boxes to be humiliated like this. Because in the end, this is exactly what the film does from the first to the last second. It exposes you as a viewer along with all the rules that have been sewn into your brain since you were a baby until now that you've grown up. Rules of all kinds, intensities and gradations, rules about how to talk, how to make love, how to experience your human nature, your relationships, your contact with other people and the different sexes, how you will eat, how you will dominate others to feel that you control everything and that you are successful with lots and lots of money and acclaim. In a crescendo that doesn't let you get bored for a single moment or even take a breath, the story of a heroine who discovers herself and is reborn from the beginning and discovers through an evolutionary atavism that humans are constantly oppressing all our pleasures for the sake of an insolent propriety that is finally ridiculous in the face of its already terrible seriousness. Lanthimos set out to mess with humanity itself, that is, with alternating vivid colors, traveling through mental landscapes of an insatiable hyperrealism, with dance, endless sex, blood and wide-angle shots from the lens of a keyhole, he actually manages to make us feel that we voyeurize our own lives. The one that we suffocated with so much psychoanalysis, that we explained it technocratically, we cut it into infinite pieces of control, in order to understand everything and leave nothing to experience and primary pleasure because we can be considered "primitive" and that we do not know how to rein in the our wild "instincts". I came out of the cinema almost giddy like when you give your first lasting kiss, like when you come from your first intense orgasm, like when you come down after an adrenaline-filled ride at the amusement park. And I'm still trying to recover from the unbridled beauty of this creation, which confirms that Art really can sum up millions of words in just a few shots. And the saying, which tells us that we should experience everything, not only the good but also the terror, the sadness and that only then we become complete entities, shone in me like a warm, penetrating light. As for the level that Lanthimos has now reached, I already have that characteristic feeling you feel when you are at the wedding of your childhood friend. You feel happy for him even though you know that you won't see him as often as before and that "others" will be happy for him. Lanthimos is as Greek as he is not at all anymore. See it without prejudice, with eyes open and hands firmly grasped from the viewer's position. Life has begun. Again.

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