Keep An Eye Out is the most fun I have had watching a movie in a long time. Sadly, this will be my first film by French director Quentin Dupieux. I was concerned that I would not like the film because it might be too wacky for my tastes. For certain films, really have to concentrate to be in the zone to properly review the film.
I believe that Keep An Eye Out will be added to my list of unique films. Some films take you on a journey, others scare the crap out of you, but some movies seem to exist to fuck with your mind. It is one mind fuck I willingly walked right into. The film is told in flashbacks that are what makes this film so special.
The crime scene investigation sequences are some of the best work I have seen on screen in a long time. Imagine mentally recreating every detail in your head and playing out each element of the scene of the crime. During the interrogation sequences, you are transported back to the scene of the crime to visually experience it. Keep An Eye Out is meta to the point of no return. I say that in a good way. When people want an example of meta, Keep An Eye Out will be listed in Wikipedia.
Go into watching this film blindly. Do not watch the trailer, even though it is below, just watch it. If you are like me, you will want to revisit the film shortly thereafter. You can watch Keep An Eye Out starting this Friday in select theaters and on your VOD platform of choice. Go here for the complete listing of where you can watch the film.
Belgian funnyman Benoît Poelvoorde (Man Bites Dog) is Commissaire Buran, a good, bad cop interrogating Fugain (Grégoire Ludig), an average Joe who discovered a dead body outside his apartment building. As the film begins, Fugain must, on an empty stomach, explain how and why he happened to leave home seven times in one night before coming across a corpse in a puddle of blood. Since he’s the investigation’s only suspect, Fugain’s anxiety is already sky-high when Buran leaves him alone with Philippe, a one-eyed rookie cop with bizarre speech patterns and a few minutes to live. Bloody, batshit hijinks ensue, and before long, we’re in Buñuel territory.
Between the opening sequence, when a man in just red briefs conducting a philharmonic orchestra in the countryside, and the triple-meta denouement, Dupieux’s whip-smart script disregards audience expectations, the fourth wall, and the laws of time and space. You’ll never look at a protractor or an oyster the same way again.
Check out the trailer and poster below: