Austrian writer-director Michael Haneke’s quietly insidious film doesn’t just scare you; it messes with your head. Someone certainly is messing with the central couple (Daniel Auteuil and Juliette Binoche), who find a videotape on their doorstep that consists of
nothing more than the image of their own home. As more tapes arrive, suspicion spreads. Cache works as a straightforward thriller and as a metaphor for the way we can never escape
our unaccounted-for sins. Haneke tunes both wavelengths brilliantly – his frequent use of voyeuristic camera angles makes your skin itch – without ever overworking the movie’s underlying theme.
