It’s impossible to watch Kidman, meanwhile, without recalling her remote spouse of Eyes Wide Shut – unsurprising, given the extent to which Kubrick figures in Lanthimos’ aesthetic playbook here, acute bursts of György Ligeti’s discordant music and all.
Nicole Kidman, never one to shy from explicit nudity or sexuality, goes as far down that path as she has traveled since Eyes Wide Shut .
Oddly, though, Kidman's role as a rather distant doctor/wife to cardiac surgeon/ex-alcoholic (Colin Farrell) plays quite similarly to the one she did for Stanley Kubrick in "Eyes Wide Shut."
Kidman, for her part, might remind you of “Eyes Wide Shut,” particularly when she strips down for some mildly kinky marital hanky-panky.
Right from the start, “The Killing of a Sacred Deer” wants to let you know that you are in the hands of a master filmmaker and indeed, it is as exquisitely composed from a formal standpoint as one could possibly hope for—with its long tracking shots and offbeat compositions, deliberately measured pacing, oddball erotic content and the oddly ritualistic manner in which the characters talk amongst themselves, not to mention the presence of Nicole Kidman in the cast, there are times when it almost plays like a spiritual sequel to Stanley Kubrick’s “Eyes Wide Shut.”
Kidman once again brings her expert bearing that finds the normalcy in outrageous situations (see Eyes Wide Shut, Dogville, Bewitched, and The Beguiled for examples).