There are films you enjoy, films you admire, and then films that bypass your intellect entirely and go straight for the nervous system. Strange Darling did that to me. I didn’t just watch it - I felt located by it. From the title alone, the film announces its intelligence. Strange Darling sounds intimate and threatening in the same breath, and the opening scene honours that tension immediately. The colour blocking is not aesthetic flourish but psychological architecture. The cinematography is precise, deliberate, almost mannered - yet constantly vibrating with danger. The chemistry between the leads is undeniable and unsettling. Not romantic, not safe - a charge that feels ferocious without tipping into fantasy. They are both extraordinarily talented and undeniably hot, which matters because attraction interferes with moral clarity. The film understands that beauty disarms suspicion and uses it without apology. Watching them together is confronting, hypnot...