Film

Flesh of the Orchid

Name: Flesh of the Orchid
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Released: 1975
Cast: Charlotte Rampling, Bruno Cremer, Edwige Feuillère, Simone Signoret, Alida Valli

Crime
Very dark

A 1975 French-Italian thriller about a captive heiress escaping her aunt's castle, who stumbles into the world of a man fleeing assassins. Glacial, baroque, and genuinely unsettling—a puzzle-box of paranoia and sexual threat that rewards patient watching. For those who find Polanski's claustrophobia or Hitchcock's moral ambiguity intoxicating.

TMDb rating

2.7

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