"Contre-Enquête"

Sunday found me, dear reader, decidedly the worse for wear after the lovely Meg's fur 'n' fanny party (I am now the proud owner of a mix-CD entitled "Vaginal Follies" - how unlikely is that?). Nevertheless, fortified by gallons of English breakfast tea and gingerbread chez Nicolas and Morag-Ann (that sounds very Enid Blyton, doesn't it?), I called up The Captain and we decided to go to the cinema. Bedtime Stories had said this movie was worth a look, and he was right. Is it my imagination or does Jean Dujardin get hotter with every year that passes? This film is a bit of a departure for him - no laughs in there at all - but he's great in it, as is Laurent Lucas who plays the prisoner who may or may not be guilty of raping and killing the Dujardin character's eight-year-old daughter. There were a couple of really creepy scenes towards the end that had me peeping through my fingers - if there'd been a sofa, I would have hidden behind it. Even the Captain confessed to being a little jittery and he's not a man who scares easily :). It's a dark film, full of foreboding but the editing is excellent (there's no downtime in there) and the acting, at least the main roles, is pretty good. "So what, Rhino?" I hear some of you cry. "It's never going to show in my local cinema and even if it does, I won't be able to understand it!" But I think it's important to show that French films aren't ALWAYS about two people talking and sh*gging for three hours without really coming to any kind of conclusion or cutesy girls traipsing round Montmartre - they make real movies too!