"Simon Killer" is an amoral tale, and a cautionary one, that reminded me my mama was right when she said "Never talk to strangers" and "Looks can be deceiving."
Indie director Antonio Campos has put the tipoff in the title, suggesting that this particular Simon - played to chilling effect by Brady Corbet - is anything but simple and that he might possibly be lethal as well. Whether he is an actual killer or Campos is only sifting around for the right metaphor really is beyond the point.
What is so disturbing about this contemporary noir is that Simon could easily be mistaken for just another American college boy wandering around Paris on break, one of those troubled, slightly broken intellectual types who women are forever trying to save. The truth of what Simon is takes shape over time, like a shadowy figure slowly emerging from the darkness.
Though Campos is early in his career, experimenting wildly with style, he is clearly drawn to twisted minds. His first film, 2008's "Afterschool," which debuted in Cannes' Un Certain Regard showcase, was about a prep school kid, played by Ezra Miller, who videotaped a drug overdose. He was a producer on 2011's "Martha Marcy May Marlene," which took us inside a cult and launched Elizabeth Olsen's career. "Simon Killer," written with his two stars, Corbet and Mati Diop, is Campos' bleakest project, which honestly makes me fearful for the future.
Still, he is a provocative one to watch - willing to push the aesthetic boundaries as well as the story to extremes even when the risks don't always pay off. In "Simon Killer," the camera lens, wielded with a fierce intensity by director of photography Joe Anderson, sometimes sees the world, or so it seems, through Simon's eyes. The screen will go black or into an unfocused haze. At other times, it zooms in close to the actors, as if you are a voyeur watching their most intimate acts.
The film opens with Simon, newly graduated and recovering from a bad breakup, being shipped off to Paris by Mom. A family connection gives him a place to stay, and he's soon wandering the streets, part of the crowd snapping photos of the "Mona Lisa" at the Louvre, grabbing an espresso at a sidewalk café, getting a light for his cigarette from a group of passing girls. It all seems innocent enough.
One of the girls, Marianne (Constance Rousseau), will turn up later in the film. But first, Simon will get drawn into one of the city's seediest locales, a hostess bar in the neon-lighted grit of the Pigalle district where a young prostitute, Victoria (Diop), will soon take him in.
With Victoria, there is a lot of sex masquerading as love, which is why she buys into a scheme he concocts to fleece her johns. It becomes only one of so many things that will go terribly wrong.
Diop and Corbet are fearless baring body and soul but also creating a sense of escalating violence. Even more unsettling is how scarily spot on Corbet is in showing us a mind increasingly unhinged, at times almost literally crawling out of his own skin. It is brutally raw and difficult watching.
This is a place so dark, and Simon is a creature so frightening, that eventually it's hard to care whether he will get better. You just want him to go away.
• Not rated.
• Director: Antonio Campos.
• Cast: Brady Corbet, Lila Salet, Mati Diop.
• Running time: 105 minutes.