One of the most perceptive visual diatribes on the nascent resentment that awaits a precipitaing event to trigger its cancerous secretion into the social fabric. The swift dialogues, the mismatch between passion and trauma, the moral hypocrisy and the predatory collective instincts ready to scapegoat victims, weave a surgically accurate psychological thriller, superbly acted and in all respects hauntingly disturbing!
Germain is not exactly a sympathetic character, despite what is happening to him. It's probably due to his lack of sympathy and the air of superiority he carries. Which is often what people with secrets do. Everyone seems to have secrets, and the film twists and turns up until the very end, where a kind of justice prevails.
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.
Clouzot en otra historia sobre un "anónimo" hábil y tramposo partiendo desde la idea de un pueblo (cualquier, se dice) que esconde una serie de secretos que serán punto de partida para una difamación. "El cuervo" es el ingreso al psico-social, el miedo a los pecados develados, pero sobretodo una lectura al cinismo, uno que no solo recae en el responsable criminal, sino en todo un pueblo. Un final de antología.