Only You is a horrifying, terrifying movie. It shook me to my very core and made me question the straw reasons for living we hairless apes have constructed as wards against the cold brutality of an indifferent universe. It is a blasted, blood-soaked, tower of Babel of a movie. It is populated by specters, djinns, genies, and lesser demons; all of which assume human form but cannot prevent their essential soullessness from escaping the pits of their eyes.
I was able to watch half the film. I have heard hideous gibbering, and I have seen twisted forms shuffling at the edges of reality. I have felt the dank air of millennia-old hatred blown over my face. I have learned that if you stare into the void for too long, the void also stares into you. I felt that cold, cold gaze on rest on my very soul, and I turned away. I…
Why? Why was Only You ever made? What cabal of jackal-headed monstrosities decided to make it?
Only You is terrifying because argues that free will is an illusion, and presents an entirely predetermined universe. It doesn’t sound that scary, when you just state it, but it is really really scary. The movie starts sepia-toned (which, as we all know, is how demons see the world), and shows a young girl asking a oudji board who she will marry. The board gives her a name. Guess what: she will marry this man. Her entire life is devoted to this one moment. She may think she’s making her own decisions through her life, but that is just an illusion. Everything that she does, and everything that she becomes, is all to build up to this one point where she joins with the other man.
This hopeless woman was played by a djinn cleverly disguised as Marisa Tomei. We soon find out that she is engaged to a different man who is not the man she is destined to marry. Guess what: that other man is destined to be left behind and utterly crushed and heartbroken. Such is the way of things. Marisa Tomei finds out the mysterious stranger she is destined to marry is heading to Italy, hence, she must follow him to Italy. She meets this stranger, expertly played by a monster wearing a flesh-puppet in the shape of Robert Downey Jr., somewhere in Rome, and they kiss. I stopped watching there. I had seen enough, had heard enough shrill squawks and desperate grunts.
I could guess what would happen in the later half of the film. Some hardship comes up, and the two that are destined to be together will have a fight. They will pretend that they are breaking up, but they both know they are just rags of fabric tossed around by some fickle entity, and will resign themselves to its caprices. They will be separated, they will be thrust together, they will be dressed up, and in the final scene of the movie they will be forced to kiss in front of the altar; a final sacrilege and final refutation of that which is good in this world.
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