This bourgeoise guilt film by Haneke delivers a shocking look at how past events deliver horror to those who participated in it long ago. Carefully planned exposition riddle the screen with question whom many aren't even those we should ask ourselves, like 'Who did it?'. This movie does not require a second viewing to get everything plot-wise, but it assumes a totally different stance once you comprehend it's meaning
A film of too much small talk and not enough tension, and the interaction isn't always compelling. At times the relationships do get intriguing, but it's not until the 50-minute mark and it's often sparingly. It may be a dramatic film over an entertaining one, but both genres should be gripping. Rather, it feels indifferent and lost in its slight tones. It's hard to get aroused by anything here.
Les longs plans naturalistes chers à Haneke se marient super bien à ce portrait de la bourgeoisie parisienne engoncée dans ses privilèges et ses inratables blibliothèques cardinales. Daniel Auteuil en specimen menacé de sa classe est parfait. Mais desolé, toute l'histoire du petit algérien, c'est quoi ?