Cyrus Pundole reviews a cold tale from the desert
You Go To My Head (CFF 15)
A tale about loss of memory provides director Dimitri De Clercq – who also co-wrote You Go To My Head – ample opportunity to play around with the viewers expectations.
A woman is injured in a car accident in the Sahara. Collapsed, and on the brink of exhaustion, she is found by lonely architect Jake.
Diagnosed with post-traumatic amnesia, Jake decides to tell her that she is his wife, and names her Kitty.
That the story unfolds slowly, gives De Clercq ample time to frame beautiful but harsh desert landscapes, and a very similar house, sparsely decorated, that is Jake’s home.
As ‘Kitty’ hears voices in her head and remembers words she seems to have lost, her past cannot be recalled; so she falls for Jake’s story, of lost old photos, and no career pre-accident.
A haunting soundtrack combined with the stark surroundings adds to the sense of loss and gently escalating unease.
Somehow, the ending left me wanting a little more… though perhaps that was another half hour in this strange, desolate world.
You can catch You Go To My Head at 7.30pm on 1 November at the Arts Picturehouse. Read more about the festival here.
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