Kiyoshi Kurosawa
Cure

A woman is found dead with strange cuts on her throat. Detective Takabe investigates, noticing some similarities with other recent murders. Soon he often notices the presence of a young man who seems to hypnotize people with impeccable behavior to commit murders with a flame. The bodies multiply and Takabe searches for an answer, even though finding it isn't easy since the hypnotist suffers from temporary memory loss.

To be honest, when I first saw this film in the spring on Rai 3's Fuori Orario, I highly criticized it for the slowness of the actions and perhaps also because it was subtitled and I didn't feel like reading, so in the end, the film appeared almost irritating and a downright nonsense. On the second viewing, the film already seemed engaging, but it was on the third (which was last night) that it shocked me: it's a work that gets under your skin, like a needle, chilling and silent, endowed with an irresistible purity of sound. Little blood, almost no splatter, the film shocks with its intangibility, with its unspoken actions, with the purity and beauty of the images. The actors are superb, the cinematography is splendid.