The film follows these full events behind a love story based on sadistic role-playing while it seems to be a passion built on a secret stage of humiliation and pain everywhere. With the passage of time, things turn to a different path where one of the parties decided to give up love and wants to end the issue, which complicates the path of things for both parties.
The Duke of Burgundy is no mere style exercise or slavish homage. Strickland finds both humour and pathos in the situation of Cynthia and Evelyn, who are every bit as trapped as the insects they collect and catalogue.
This is voyeurism of a brilliant, deeply refined order. If the MPAA had a shot at rating Strickland's fantasy, they would try to condemn it without being able to explain why.
A tiny, tasteful throwback to more innocent times, when actresses with exotic names would strip off their costumes while embracing far-fetched scenarios - and one another.
