Outstanding in its realistic and hugely engaging story-telling, The Ceiling takes a clever look at the idea of consent. Taking place the morning after a night together, the dynamics of a sexual encounter make for highly uncomfortable viewing. Having said no to sex more than once, Jamie continues regardless, believing that Harriet is just being silly.
The moment the situation takes a turn when Harriet (and we) realise Jamie hasn’t listened, is a real heart-quickening and sickening moment. The title is cleverly apt. As in this moment Harriet feels no option other than to stare up and get through the experience as the reality of it catches up with her. As we reel with her, I held my breath wondering how she will broach this subject.
The defensive gaslighting and patronising that follows is an incredible scriptwriting achievement, leaving a palpable sense of shame and confusion. I was left wondering how this relationship will conclude, and how Harriet might navigate having to relent to his narrative.
The strong and realistic performances will keep you glued to the screen. No matter how much you want to look away. Louisa Sexton as Harriet is successful in communicating a sense of disbelief and self-doubt. And Jamie’s manipulation of the conversation is well crafted to make us feel confused with her.
This is an important topic tackled effectively, without feeling the need to sensationalise. Director Louisa Connolly-Burnham gives us a stark reminder that sexual assault comes in many forms, and had me shouting at the screen by the end.
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