Raising countless questions, but providing few answers, Brice Cauvin’s feature debut is the latest entry in the Cinema of Unease that is currently so modish in France.
Echoes of Michael Haneke and Dominik Moll reverberate around the action, which sees architect Laurent Lucas and voice-over artist Hélène Fillières become increasingly detached from reality after they decide to keep a bag of money left at a railway station by a Middle Eastern-looking gentleman. But while Lucas’ obsession with terrorism and Fillières’ decision to barricade herself and the children in their apartment are initially intriguing, the eschewal of linearity and logic comes to feel like self-indulgence rather than ingenuity