A pornographic-sadistic fantasy of murder in flickering black and white and torn images, The Murder Mystery is thick with the colour of violence. On the minimal soundtrack ocean sounds create an audio unrest while the screen itself pumps with a brutal sexual energy. The film oscillates between two haunting faces: one twisted in death or sexual pleasure, the other (unmistakably that of the voyeur) is closed and unreadable behind dark glasses. The obscure chronology of the montage is genuinely scary. The mystery is temporal: the murder has happened, is happening and was only ever a violent sexual embrace.