Alexandre still grieves the murder of his wife Margot eight years earlier. When two bodies are found near the scene of the crime, the police reopen the case and Alex becomes a suspect. The mystery deepens when he receives an anonymous e-mail with a video clip that suggests Margot is still alive.
Among the movie’s many delights are the fluctuating rhythms of its pacing, an atmospheric volatility that sets off the doctor’s blooming paranoia against his sunlit, leafy surroundings, and a terrific cast that includes Kristin Scott Thomas as a bitchy lesbian with heart and a quietly funny François Berléand as an obsessive-compulsive detective.
Even if all of this demands a rather preposterous explanation, a wonderfully overblown coda, and a slightly overlong running time, it’s still enormously fun to watch, the kind of film that Hollywood seems to have forgotten how to make, but which, in Canet’s hands, looks almost laid back.