My wife and I saw Michael Heneke’s Hidden last night. It was the most finely crafted piece of film that I have seen in several years. From the first scene the film plays with the viewer - making us question what it is that we are seeing, making us consider whether our middle-class comfort is as fragile as Georges’ and whether we would really be able to display more integrity than he does, causing us to recall demons that lurk in our suppressed personal and cultural pasts. Heneke tells the story without hurry and with an almost Cinéma vérité style (this is one of the games he plays with the viewer), but I did not find a single moment slow or boring - I was fascinated the entire way through.
10/10 - it is tempting to take half a point off because I missed something pivotal in the final scene leading me to completely misinterpret it, but this just makes me want to see it again. If you watch the film, then pay attention at the end!