Reviews provided by RottenTomatoes
I found a few lines and images in the second half intellectually stimulating, but it wasn't enough. "Strange Color" exploited little but my patience.
This blood-spattered pseudo-Freudian nonsense is suitable only for the most avid giallo groupies.
Becomes a little numbing. Until then, however-and breaking points will vary-it feels like the most visually dazzling film of the fest
As tiresome as the relentless, indulgent inscrutability and lack of story momentum can be, it says something for the movie's visceral power that there isn't an urge to quit on it.
A fantasia of death, sex, panic, confusion, nipples and razors.
Los Angeles Times:
What "The Strange Color" lacks is the heart that separates a good film from a great one.
New York Times:
Enervatingly synthetic, "The Strange Color of Your Body's Tears" slices and dices the images and tropes of Italian giallo-style slasher films into an inert pile of style.
If you make it as far as the obvious, disappointing denouement, you might be left asking yourself if the filmmakers' abstract style is better suited to short films.
The filmmakers' command of the form extends to intentionally dopey performances and a total rejection of plot, all of which gets tiresome.
Torture and S&M fetishists will savor its every knife-plunging, blood-splattering, leather-crinkling moment. Everyone else should stay far, far away.