The Duke Of Burgundy May 2026

The twist is that Evelyn is the one writing the daily script. She is the dominant partner in the relationship demanding to be subjugated. The Duke of Burgundy is a film about the exhausting, beautiful, and often heartbreaking logistics of a long-term BDSM relationship—but one that feels less like Fifty Shades of Grey and more like a lost, erotic Ingmar Bergman film.

Strickland is a sensory filmmaker. He is less interested in dialogue than in texture . The sound design is extraordinary: the whisper of a velvet glove, the click of a metal buckle, the hypnotic thrum of a moth’s wings against a glass jar. The cinematography (by Nicholas D. Knowland) is lush and anachronistic, full of deep, saturated reds and golds, giving the film the look of a 1970s European softcore art film, but without any actual nudity or explicit sex. The Duke Of Burgundy

But for those willing to surrender to its humid, moth-dusted atmosphere, it is a profound masterpiece. It is a film about how love is a performance, how devotion requires labor, and how the most intimate act in the world is not sex, but asking your partner to truly understand what you need—even when what you need is to be punished for forgetting to wash the floors. The twist is that Evelyn is the one writing the daily script

If there is a flaw, it is that the film’s deliberate pacing can sometimes feel like a test of endurance. The repetition is the point—showing the monotonous, unsexy reality of scheduling your kinks—but around the 60-minute mark, the film’s small runtime starts to feel longer than it is. Strickland is a sensory filmmaker

If you walk into Peter Strickland’s The Duke of Burgundy expecting a historical biopic about a French nobleman, you will be bewildered within the first five minutes. There is no duke. There is no Burgundy. Instead, there is a crumbling, sun-drenched European villa populated only by women, the constant drone of insects, and the quiet, ceremonial rustle of silk.

Yes, you read that correctly. For a film entirely about a sadomasochistic relationship, there is almost no nudity. Strickland understands that the waiting and the ritual are the turn-ons, not the act itself. He eroticizes the tension, the power exchange, and the vulnerability of asking your partner to hurt you.