2008 / Lucrecia Martel > It’s tough to fault The Headless Woman on a fundamental level because it’s effective in what it really sets out to do: To examine a certain hazy psychological state of denial that many of us experience when confronted with an act of tragedy. Did I really do it? Was it my fault? These kinds of questions have historically been tackled by films in a very literal manner, but Martel’s effort is a considerably more subtle, quaint one that definitely should be acknowledged for its respectful approach. I found it lacking initially, but there’s an aftertaste to the experience that definitely haunts the mind. In fact, consider this a horror film in the most humane sense of the word.