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SIFF 2007, day 8

Tell No One - France, Thriller

In Tell No One, Dr Alexandre Beck's (Fran├žois Cluzet) wife was murdered as he lay unconscious, unable to save her. Eight years later, two bodies are discovered on Dr. Beck's property and the authorities begin to ask questions about his wife's death, since things just don't add up. Then some photos of Alex's wife appear showing her badly beaten. While Beck is getting all of this attention from authorities, he starts receiving anonymous messages that suggest that his wife may be alive. Tell No One is a wonderfully gripping thriller for the majority of the film and I was completely drawn in and enjoying the mystery as it unfolded. It also made some rather progressive choices. There is a small band of thugish assassin-types, with a very thin and incredible striking woman with a talent for retrieving information from the unwilling or uncooperative. I thought she was incredibly cool and couldn't believe the torture that she was inflicting upon the film's hero. But apparently, American audiences aren't quite ready for gender equality as there were some angry shouts of "Kill the bitch" during that scene, which I found quite distressing.

Unfortunately, while I had a great time for three-quarters of Tell No One the ending was so unnecessarily complex that is was nearly comical. This is very sad, because otherwise this would be an awesome movie, but the big reveal was completely over the top. But it was still a perfectly enjoyable thriller that just gets a bit silly with plot twists at the last.

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