You Go To My Head
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With his solo debut feature
(having previously co-directed
1995’s The Blue Villa with Alain
Robbe-Grillet), You Go to My
Head, director Dimitri de Cler-
cq evokes everything from the
psychosexual dynamics of 1940s
melodramas to the dusty desola-
tion of Ozploitation, with dashes
of Hitchcock, Nicolas Roeg and
Richard Stanley thrown in for good
measure. The result is a heady
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by Eric Hillis
brew that doesn’t always work, but
for long periods of its narrative, de
Clercq’s film keeps you gripped,
and marks the veteran producer
turned newbie director as one to
watch.
Like Coralie Fargeat’s Re-
venge, You Go to My Head is an
unsettling game of gender chess
that plays out against a desert
backdrop. Here it’s the Sahara,
where a 35-year-old Belgian
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