A little better and more unforgetable than "Les Diaboliques", "Le Corbeau" isn't just a "whodunit" story, but a portrayal of an irrational society searching for hate and destruction. And the lamp scene is just perfect.
It seems unlikely that Clouzot could be one of Chabrol's parents since he was slipped into the "cinéma de papa" bag, being not exactly a reference for the filmmakers related to Nouvelle Vague. And yet, this chronic of bourgeois pettiness is so Chabrolian that impresses its existence "avant la lettre". If
bourgeois are like pigs, some cinema that swept them is not, because the more time passes, the more it refines.