In Paris for their honeymoon, Shane and June Brown struggle to come to terms with their new life together. June is trying to understand her new husband, while Shane is struggling the blending of his sexual desire and a need for human flesh.
Despite being released in 2001, Trouble Every Day just screams “70’s movie!” at me – and not just because of Vincent Gallo’s pornstache. Its pace seems to be dictated by the needs of the director and his vision for the story, rather than by the needs of the audience. In fact, it almost seems like delaying the gratification of the audience is one of the movie’s goals, as it takes its time reveling in the myriad of details that catch the camera’s eye.
Of course, this isn’t going to be to everyone’s taste – and that’s perfectly understandable. In my case, I found that there was enough of an element of mystery to the movie that, combined with the tone-setting soundtrack and very sparse dialogue, I was drawn in by the story. It felt like every single detail was important, just in case this was the one that would reveal exactly what was going on.
The problem is, of course, that none of the many questions that the movie raises every really do get resolved. Some things happen, not so much without rhyme, but – at least seemingly – without purpose. Again, this isn’t going to be to everyone’s taste.
There are really only a couple of gory scenes in Trouble Every Day, but they really go all out – employing some of the more realistic physical effects that I’ve seen in a horror movie. There’s a real ferocity in these scenes, which stand in such contrast to the rest of the film that they seem even more shocking as a result. ‘Faint in the aisles’ shocking? Well, no. But, shocking all the same.
At the end of the day, I find myself rather ambivalent about the movie. If someone were to tell me that they enjoyed it, I’d nod and say that I did, too. And, if someone were to tell me that they found it to be shallow and pretentious, well, I’d probably nod and say that I could see why they did, too. I’ve seen it once, and now I feel like I can quite happily move on to other things without necessarily regretting that fact, but also not feeling the need to revisit it.