![]() Thus what begins as (and, to some extent, remains) a florid, Gallic “Big Chill,” soon becomes knotty and perverse, dragging its mournful hero through the pain of loss and then inauspiciously yanking him back again, eight years later, with a series of emails that may or may not be from his dead wife. Beck to be beaten unconscious and left naked on the dock, while Margot falls prey to a knife-wielding, cat-murdering serial killer. ![]() How cruel it seems of Canet to ruin this moment, allowing Dr. Alex Beck to take his wife Margot for a languorous, moonlit skinny-dip at a nearby lake where they used to swim as children. Kristin Scott-Thomas rolls a joint, someone passes a baby around, and all seems serene enough for Dr. ![]() ![]() ![]() In its first minutes, the film draws us into a group of French yuppies summering enviably in woody Rambouillet. Guillaume Canet‘s “ Tell No One” begins with a certain nonchalance that one wouldn’t ordinarily expect from a suspense thriller, least of all one that adapts Harlan Coben‘s multi-twist mystery plotting with the brio of a distinctly “Bourne”-again action film. ![]()
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