A man's wife disappears and some other stuff happens in this tedious, over-long, avant-garde film. Utilizing every film technique imaginable and wearing its influences on its sleeve, The Strange Color Of Your Body's Tears borrows liberally from De Palma, Cronenberg, Lynch, Brakhage, Argento, Hitchcock, and Bunuel, and it just goes on and on and on. Basically an extended experiment in editing, lighting, art direction, sound, color, and composition, The Strange Color Of Your Body's Tears boils down to style and technique over plot. It's a beautiful thriller with a sprinkling of horror and BDSM that tries really hard to be deep and subversive, and a good 15 minutes could have been whittled out of it. I give it a meh.
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