Love Is the Perfect Crime

'Love is the Perfect Crime' ('L'amour est un crime parfait' in French) is one of the most formidable movie titles I can remember. A title that promises a combination of thriller and love story, which is indeed part of what the 2013 film directed by brothers Arnaud and Jean-Marie Larrieu proposes. The presence in the main role of Mathieu Amalric, one of my favorite French actors, heightened my curiosity to see this film. Of the many promises, only a part were justified.

Switzerland at the end of winter is the setting for the film. The snow-covered mountains represent since Hitchcock a scenery for films in the psychological thriller genre, with sunshine illuminating postcards landscapes behind which we can feel the threat, with snow covering tracks, traces and sometimes bodies, at least until the thaw. We deal with a plot in which part of the truth is hidden from viewers, which is a rule in most detective movies, but in this case the truth is hidden also to the heroes on the screen. Ambiguity is what characterizes their characters and feelings in this film. We are dealing with a criminal investigation (a student has disappeared and her teacher, a man with a fame of conqueror is one of the suspects) and with a late love story, but the reality behind the appearances is questionable to the very end.

What I liked: The role of Marc, the teacher of literary creation around which orbit the female students, but who is secretly haunted by his own traumas is perfect for Mathieu Amalric, who dominates the screen and the story with his feelings and dilemmas. The film is made 2-3 years before the 'me too' scandals broke out and the role would probably have been written differently if the film had been made now. The atmosphere of the Swiss university intellectual circles with their professional and romantic intrigues is very well rendered. The image is stylish and consistent. What I liked least: There are three women characters around Marc and the actresses' creations are uneven. If the interpreters of Marianne (Marc's sister - Karin Viard) and Annie (the student trying to lure Marc into a love affair - Sara Forestier) are neutral, Anna's key character is missed by Maïwenn's interpretation. The script suffers from a certain verbosity that makes the film seem long and repetitive from time to time. The ambiguity of the approach ultimately turns against the intentions of the filmmakers, and many viewers will already have been lost interest in the denouement by the end of the movie. Yet another proof that the performance of one single actor, no matter how good he may be, cannot sustain alone an entire movie.

The movie is so strange that probably even its creators don't know what they wanted to say. There's a lot of snow accompanied by endless tobacco smoking, sexually obsessed girls, sick professor and pointless dialogs. There's no thrill in this thriller, and there's no decent acting. However, the landscape and the urban design are really beautiful, and that's why I added one point. This is a movie that would've been much, much better if nobody filmed it.

A magnificent and intoxicating serial killer film set in the icy landscapes of Switzerland. Everything revolves around Marc, a sensualist and disturbed literature professor. His extremely literary way of expressing himself is undoubtedly impossible to apply in real life, but verisimilitude is not necessary. His intensity is fabulous, especially the way he looks at women, the way he fills his eyes and mind with them. Mathieu Amalric is just fantastic in this role. Note the excellent music of Caravaggio, subtle electronic tracks which embrace the rounded modernity of the university where Marc works. The Larrieu brothers once again excel in maintaining a floating and uncertain spirit in the film, whose main character gradually, almost voluptuously, loses his footing. Wonderful.

This is my third Larrieu brothers film. I like their work because they have found a way to work within the film industry that does not involve the streets and houses of Paris (however beautiful these streets and houses may be). The peace and quietude of the Pyrenees are their environment, and the source of the pleasure these films bring me.

The acting by Amalric, Viard, Maiwenn and Forestier is strong. The occasional unlikely development in the script doesn't bother me because the actors are on target all the time. How about Forestier as the nightmare co-ed of the decade, if not of all time? And Karin Viard whose neurotic sister is very well drawn. Amalric always impresses me, he's really the strongest actor in France now. Only trouble: 10-15 minutes could easily have been cut to make a tighter story.

Terrific snowbound locations are pretty much the only asset of this inert, predictable, overlong thriller. Mathieu Amalric is miscast as a middle-aged Don Juan (he is so irresistible that young girls PAY HIM to spend some private time with him, and even his sister cannot keep her hands off him). Maïwenn is also miscast as a femme fatale. *1/2 out of 4.