Pablo Larraín’s film readily conjures a paranoia-suffused atmosphere of fear for what might happen at any moment.
Roberto Andò takes the form of a classical whodunit and bludgeons it with naïve indignation and sanctimony.
McG’s technical skill can’t quite overcome the story’s lazy sense of humor and incomprehensible plotting.
Bertrand Tavernier’s explores love and intrigue at the Continental studio with engaging workmanlike precision.