Who Knew. A barely recognizable Jacques Dutronc lays some classical piano on Isabelle Huppert in 1979. Move on a quarter of a century and they're at it again in Chabrol's Merci pour le chocolat. Like the man said there's nothing new under the son. Hard to see why this hasn't attracted any comments. Okay, it's SLOW but that's not the same as saying DULL. It's got all kinds of referential touches making it facile to say Checkovian, just for openers then there's the psychological aspects of Chabrol etc. Basically Dutronc was divorced by Huppert some five years before we join them and she has remarried. Dutronc is not a happy bunny. He hires a guy to follow Huppert, lures him into the grounds of Huppert's new gaff, tops him, and frames the new husband. Okay, we've been here before but it's harmless and passes the time painlessly.
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