Bug, however, is a masterpiece. It's a twisted and unpredictable study of two people and their descent into madness and their own hell. It's a movie that doesn't spoon feed anything at all to its audience. I'm still pondering what may or may not be real or delusion or what may simply be colored by delusion. And while that's often a symptom of sophomoric pretension, and the only reason the question exists is because it doesn't quite work as any of those things in itself, but in this case it's because each of the possibilities offer so much.
Check out The Super Mother Bug by Kim Morgan for more insight into this amazing little movie.
My relationship with Paul Verhoeven is decidedly less complicated. I'm just a big dumb fan. Even his bad movies, while genuinely bad, are more interesting than most good movies. And his great movies are simply amazing to me.
Black Book is his first Dutch movie since The Fourth Man, and it's almost amazing how quickly he returned to the cinematic texture and mood of European cinema after all these years.
Like most of Verhoeven's movies, it seems simple, almost too simple, at first glance, but it rewards continued consideration.
I'm unable to speak to the historical accuracy, but it certainly speaks to what I suspect is an emotional reality, in which every moment in which the characters begin to feel safe is interrupted by violence and in which not all Nazis are dishonest and not all resistance fighters are to be trusted.
This turned out to be a wonderful week for DVD releases.