Moebius told the story about a family consisting of parents and son. He declared that he was a lier and cut off his genital to suppress the desire to solve the tragedy in his family, but unexpectedly it led the family to a greater tragedy. The mother had an incestuous relationship with his son. Laterly, the boy';s fate was very tragic.
Such is Kim's plotty momentum that the whole thing feels like an extreme joke made of pained silences, one that somehow strips bare the subtext of overbearing parents.
Even by Kim's extreme standards, Moebius maintains such a pitbull hold on its straight-world targets that it enters a shadowy realm of post-subversion.
An outrageous Oedipal psychodrama that rubs and chafes against Buddhist parable, it also chooses, without a single line of dialogue, to show rather than tell its jaw-droppingly transgressive acts with Chaplin-esque distance.
Moebius marks another feature to come from an innovative director who manages to live up to expectation, and yet at the same time, he never fails to compel and surprise.
