When we’re children we’re not in control of our bodies. We’re constantly being fussed from one point to another, told to stand still, instructed on how to dress and what part needs to be scrubbed clean. That lack of control can be terrifying.
Even more terrifying is that when we become adults, we realize we still have no control over our bodies. They take on urges we cannot control and lead us to make stupid decisions. They’re not as invulnerable as we once thought.
Julia Decournau’s disturbing new horror film Raw strikes a nerve because it so accurately captures the onset of that realization. The film, a French-Belgian production, is the kind of art-house horror that works both on a visceral and intellectual level.
Raw follows Justine, a straight-laced vegetarian on her first semester at veterinary college. Away from home for the first time, she’s subjected to a rough bout of hazing that culminates with her being taunted into eating a raw rabbit kidney. Rather than saving her from the torment, her older sister Alexia — also a student at the school — actually forces the nasty bit into her mouth.
What follows is a dreamlike descent in which Justine’s bodily discovery, including her budding sexual awakening, become conflated with the consumption of raw meat. A painful bikini wax at the hands of her sister leads to her first taste of human flesh — and, from there, her tumble into madness seems inevitable. Again and again, adult desires cross the line into cannibalism.
And when Justine watches her older sister suffer from a more advanced version of the same affliction, it evokes our experiences seeing family members succumb to sickness. As their health declines, we know the same eventually will happen to us… Maybe not next year, or next decade, but at some point in our lives.
Plenty of horror movies have explored the cannibalism trope, often in silly ways that rely more on blood and shock than real emotion. In Raw, the disquiet runs deeper than the gore. The wound is raw because the wound is real.