IN ME THERE IS THE INTRUDER: ON CLAIRE DENIS AND JEAN-LUC NANCY’S L’INTRUS
By Vedant Srinivas
To watch Claire Denis’ L’intrus is to undergo a slow contamination. What contaminates is not something concrete or knowable but contamination itself, its ever-present possibility and threat. Denis’ elliptical approach to filmmaking is well known to those familiar with her body of work. And yet, there is something dangerously porous about L’intrus, an openness that belies all attempts at mastery, much like the wind —arguably one of its principal characters— that susurrates across Denis’ film, unconstrained and free.