François Ozon is a favorite director, I love every one of his films. He can do intense, contemplative, quirky, funny, poignant – sometimes all in one film, like this one. There are four key characters in Water Drops on Burning Rocks – Léopold, the queen bee, and the others who buzz adoringly around him… though god knows why, because on the surface he’s definitely no charmer. He’s a businessman in his 50s – not rich, not handsome, but obviously in possession of very powerful pheromones or somesuch, because he has a 20 year old lover, Franz who will do anything for him, Franz’s ex fiancée, Anna who comes along and also finds herself enthralled with Léopold, and Véra, Léopold’s desperate ex girlfriend, still pursuing him. If you’re thinking those names seem very German for a French film, you’re right – it’s based on the German play, Tropfen auf Heisse Steine. There are some amazing moments and extremely bizarre scenes happening in this one, a sort of circus of unusual and impossible whazziz taking place that are nonetheless so clever and fun, you find yourself truly believing things like this happen every day:
And then there’s the conclusion, turning everything upside down.