Ashley knew she had the whole afternoon to herself. Her Mom was working, and her Dad, as was usually the case, was away on business. “Business” for Ashley’s Dad usually meant spending a week or two in the alps with whichever mistress he had on lock down for that particular year. While you would think this would have upset Ash, but she actually loved it when he left because it gave her some much-needed time alone. He paid the bills, kept them both in a palatial home, driving cars so nice most people can’t even pronounce them, so why would she complain? Her Mom knew what she signed up for when she married a rich womanizer, and while there may have been a lack of an actual Dad, the elegant luxuries she surrounded herself in more than made up for that. Today, for Ashley, was about going outside with some champagne, and doing some nude sunbathing in the yard. That was the other thing she loved about being rich. Being untouchable. Ashley would heave when she imagined any of her less attractive neighbors attempting what she was about to. But she knew, outside of Rich, who lived across the street and Ashley was sure was in love with her, that no one else would see. And even if they had, no one would do shit. Can’t touch the untouchable, she always said. So she grabbed her iPod, towel, a bottle of chilled champagne, and a grape Popsicle, and headed outside to her back yard. And beneath the Earth, the quite tunnels of vermin all stirred for a moment, sensing something wonderful was coming.
I have never taken more pride in my French heritage than I do at this exact moment. Why? Well, film is (I’m about to sound like a douche) a very important medium to me. And as you can probably gather from spending a little time here at this site, I tend to enjoy films that focus on some of the darker aspects of life. Only because I feel that is the reality to life, and the truth is, life can be dark. Life scars us and leaves us troubled. I understand there are people who live their lives pretending stuff like that doesn’t exist, but I am the opposite of that. And I am slowly realizing, that is the French part of me. The Portuguese side of me just wants to eat delicious food and drink hearty wine and laugh with my friends, but the French side? The French side wants to have kinky sex and thinks about death all the time and imagines myself in ungodly scenarios for no discernible reason. I never knew that was the French side of me, but now that I have seen all that the new wave of extreme French cinema, I can take comfort in the fact that there are people far more disturbed than me. And they make some truly unsettling and unforgettable films that carve their way into your subconscious and just kind of stay there, forever. Here are just a few of those films. Keep your eye out for a few trends across all the movies here. Namely, strong females and passive males. The women are often the victor and the victim, but in much more pronounced roles than typically found in American films. Be forewarned, these films are pretty brutal.