Stranger by the
Lake is a quiet
and ominous psychosexual thriller that takes place on a sunny beach shore. The
improbable, serene setting is a cruising spot for men; a tucked away gem hidden
far away from mainstream society. The first half of this alluring and highly
graphic tale concerns a young man’s search for sex, friendship, and a love
interest. The central character, Franck, spends his entire summer days at the
cruising area. His actions are repetitive; he gives a friendly kiss to a known
acquaintance, undresses, basks in the sun, and then prowls with a deceptive
twinkle of innocence.
When Franck goes swimming, the
camera cuts to his point-of-view; from a distance, he peers around the lakeside
and seeks a connection with one of the men. His eyes stop at an unattractive
older man, Henri, who is sitting by the rocks, far from the other naked locals.
The camera cuts between a master shot of Franck swimming and his POV steadily
moving towards Henri. Alfred Hitchcock used a similar shot in Psycho, which immerses the viewer into
the character’s perspective.
Young Franck forms a nonsexual
friendship with Henri. Meanwhile, he falls in love with a burly, attractive
man, Michel. At sundown, when everyone leaves the lake area, Franck sees Michel
with another man in the water, and the situation escalates to a violent end.
He doesn’t say a word. Curiosity and lust paralyze his skewed reality.
The entire film takes places at the
lakeside, portraying a small handful of characters. As the day passes, the
director films the exteriors in wide shots—the parking area, the woods, the
beach, the lake—the juxtaposition of the various surroundings create a unique
spatial continuity. The exterior shots are filmed at different times of the day,
which cleverly shows the passage of time. Scenes of heavy dialogue are
primarily filmed in a single shot, and most of the time, the characters are
fully naked, which lends an authenticity to the atmosphere. Stranger by the Lake doesn’t have a score and doesn’t need one. The use of
natural sounds—the wind blowing against the woods, the breeze over the water, footsteps
shuffling through the forest—expresses an improbable connection between the quiet
beauty of the location and the murder that occurs there.
Although the film has potential to
be a great erotic thriller, one that director Roman Polanski would make, the
abhorrent sexual content is a bit distracting. There’s a fine line between
cinematic realism and glossy pornography. The graphic sexuality is realistically
portrayed; however, some of the actors are having actual sex on camera, bodily fluids and all. There’s a point where
the viewer might lose focus on the brilliant stepping stones of suspense and
find it hard to shake off these graphic images. I ask myself; is the flagrant
sexuality fully necessary, or could the mystery be even more intriguing
without the money shots? See for yourself.
*** (out of four stars)