Caché (2005) review

Juliette Binoche and Daniel Auteuil find themselves harassed by an unknown individual who keeps sending them videos of their house (accompanied by crude child-like drawings of heads vomiting blood), but are unable to figure out who's doing it. I like the idea of not revealing everything to the audience and keeping things mysterious - David Lynch, for one, has made a career out of it - but I can't help but feel Haneke's just a tease, playing coy cinematic games that barely cover up his sense of morality (at least with Funny Games he was more direct about it, the 'tormentors' speaking directly to the audience). I admire what he's trying to do, in a way - like Egoyan, he's fascinated by voyeurism and the act of filming and being filmed - but I struggle to enjoy being batted around like a ball of yarn.