Twisting the Knife collects four taut late-period exercises in ambiguity from the great Claude Chabrol.
A good transfer of a masterfully made, if somewhat slight, film.
Identity, whether anchored in family, eros, or heritage, is at the root of The Girl on the Train.
Maybe one hardly needs a film to see that mankind is incapable of having good sex without it revealing their other various ineptitudes.
Koch Lorber cocks another one up.