Claude Chabrol made the most remarkable murder mysteries. The only kind I like. They aren't about who did it, they are about why, and the motive is not greed or jealousy or any of the usual things. It's about psychological perversity.
Claude Chabrol is not a romantic, in the literary sense of the word. His women are icy, cold at the most. On the surface only. Because Chabrolian women's inner world is something you don't want to know. Or do you? Highly recommended.
What I learned from this movie: To be fully alive, you must plant a tree, write a poem, kill someone, and make love with someone of the same sex. It wasn't as good as This Man Must Die, and the script was a bit uneven and unfinished, but there was no shortage of suspense and beautiful women! What more could one ask for?
I've been doing an informal survey over the years on the subject of stupid vs. crazy. I've found that most men are more comfortable with being called stupid, and most women are more comfortable with being called crazy. Your results may vary.
This film is gripping and unexpected, great twists and turns from start to finish. I love the tenderness of Philip and his gentle understanding of the women around him. He gets lost and carried away finding beauty where others would see madness. Def a recommended watch.