Imagine a Disney film about a deeply disturbed guy. It’s not that often, that shockproof programmers take fancy in a film by somebody, who is adored by the arthouse crowd. But with the latest feature from Marjane Satrapi we just could not help ourselves. The director/graphic novelist worked from someone else’s material for the first time and came up with The Voices, a dark, genre-bending and weirdly funny film, that manages to find humour and heart in truly heinous acts. Toeing a very fine line between comedy, horror, and melodrama, the film plays like a soap opera directed by John Waters with creepy overtones of the likes of Lucky McKee’s May.
