What a waste of time! The director clearly did not know what sort of film he wanted to make, so the film was extremely unsatisfying. Was he trying to make a copy of another bad film, Eyes Wide Shut? Was it supposed to be reality or a fable, a serious commentary on love or some soft porn, entertainment or just mind-numbing tedium. And just what on earth was an eagle doing there after the murder? None of the main characters seemed real. Generally I am pleasantly surprised at the quality of French films that make it across the Channel, but this one was meretricious and self-indulgent. I was going to say style over substance but there wasn't much style either. Best avoided unless simulated sex interests you.
Review of Secret Things
