Dim the lights and light up the bong. The Strange Colour of Your Body's Tears is a ludicrous head trip of a movie, a wanton pastiche of the giallo genre of Italian pulp cinema, full of spirals and fractals, mystery and menace. Klaus Tange plays the sweaty figure searching for his missing wife, yet this irksome art movie is going nowhere fast. The directors, Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani, cherry-pick from Dali and Buñuel, Polanski and Argento. Then they sit down upon the cherries and proceed to squash them all to mush.
The Strange Colour of Your Body’s Tears review – a ‘ludicrous head trip’
This irksome art movie apes Dali and Buñuel and ends up as an unedifying mush, writes Xan Brooks