Why didn't this movie garner more buzz at the 52nd San Francisco International Film Festival? It did, after all, compete in Venice '08 and Dominique Blanc won Volpi Cup for Best Actress. Or maybe I've become too artsy in liking this type of simply constructed, gorgeously photographed, and brilliantly acted (by Blanc) that some said "lacking a third act"? Maybe I secretly love Blanc -- even though I don't think I've seen any of her previously movie? Who cares? I found the simple construction sufficient, night photography effective as scene breaks, and Blanc's scenes of obssessiveness and jealousy absorbing, curious, and sometimes hilarious. And who needs a third act? Warning: Blanc's character smacked herself with a steel hamer on the head, eliciting the only gasps I heard at the festival.
