Oh my! Perfidy really does separate the men from the boys, so to speak. This is a brilliant - astonishingly brilliant - and beautifully poetic movie that clearly soars far above the heads of many if not most online reviewers. It is more like a poem than a conventional movie - a REAL poem, by Eliot or Yeats or a genius like that, not a gushing clown like Rod McKuen - with layers and nuances and revelations you can't begin to appreciate or even see the first time you watch it.
I have read Eliot's "Little Gidding" at least 500 times, and EVERY time I read it I see something new, something that answers a question I had but raises even more questions for exploration the next time I read it. That's exactly how this marvelous movie is.
The first time through, I wondered about far more than I understood, about what was going on and why. Afterwards, I understood a little bit, but not nearly enough, so I watched it again, looking particularly for answers to questions I picked up as I watched it the first time. I did find answers to some of them, but more new questions arose than I got answered. It's a deeply, richly rewarding type of entertainment that comes around once or twice in a lifetime, and NEVER from Hollywood.
People who love the immediate, unchallenging, spoon-fed gratification of Hollywood movies will HATE Perfidy; but people who love to be challenged, who love to look beyond what they see on screen for truth and meaning hidden within it - who love never getting to the end of the maze but relish exploring possible ways through it - will LOVE Perfidy and welcome it into their lives as an enduring source of delight and satisfaction for a long time to come. This movie is a real treasure, but only for those who want what it offers.
