Alain, a young and brilliant engineer and his wife Benedicte move to a new city following Alain’s work transfer. They invite Alain’s new boss and his wife to dinner one evening. The discovery of a mysterious dead rodent in their drain marks the descent into pandemonium of their once perfect life.
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During the first part I was totally on board with this... Charlotte Rampling was being the resentful, bitchy wife, playing psychological games with the young couple and it was giving me life. Then came the suicide and I was afraid everything would lose its steam... which it kinda did. It never got boring, but Bénédicte's mental switch felt awkward and forced, and the same can be said about the lemming story/metaphor.
The usually stunning Charlotte Rampling could not save this domestic drama and supernatural thriller,as her role is limited.Actually it doesn't work as either.Started well but interest is lost due to the slow pace and the actors (esp Ms Gainsbourg) seem almost asleep.
Add question and dinner party games as another medium cinema interconnects with alongside theatre and painting (although it’s vastly different from videogames), where the narrative is a game of Guess the Plot Twist' for the viewer unless the script has actual meaning to it. Most of them, like Lemming, eventually lead to me giving up and waiting for the thing to end for the rest of the runtime.
Oh my god! I just love this movie. Laurent Lucas is as always great and both Rampling and Gainsbourg turn in solid performances. However, the true star of the piece is director Dominick Moll who manages to turn the movie from drama to thriller to pure surrealism without making it seem strange or heavy handed. Recommended
The first act is light on its feet enough, with Rampling just storming in an making the whole drama look like her plaything. But then it turns into a game of "What if David Lynch was boring?" We have better things to do than watch the white walls of bougie people receive timid stains. Even the class politics would be forgivable if this were in any way a coherent thriller. It assumes its stakes, never earns them.