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From The New Yorker
One to catch before it slips out of theatres. Claude Chabrol lays out a civilized web of deception in the Swiss countryside, where a young woman named Jeanne (Anna Mouglalis) discovers that she may have been switched at birth and presents herself to her possible father, André Polonski (Jacques Dutronc). They both turn out to be pianists-a hint, but not a conclusive one-and as they work together on perfecting Liszt's "Funérailles," Chabrol brings events to a slow, excruciating boil. The heat is applied by a performance that could not be more cool. Isabelle Huppert, as Polonski's first and third wife (long story), conceals her murderous intentions with an affectless gaze that's utterly sinister. Suspense builds the old-fashioned way: we know she will strike, but when? In French. -Michael Agger
Copyright © 2006 The New Yorker
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Chabrol, the most Hitchcockian of the New Wave directors, has fashioned a delectable psychological thriller that rivals his classics La Ceremonie, Madame Bovary, The Story of Women, and Les Biches. MERCI POUR LE CHOCOLAT is vintage Charbrol, with intricate plots that wend their way in a playful yet suspenseful manner through the elegant homes of several well-heeled French-Swiss in Lausanne, Switzerland. Starring renowned actress Isabelle Huppert (The Piano Teacher; 8 Women; School of Flesh), and co-starring French singing legend Jacques Dutronc (Vincent).
Isabelle Huppert stars as Mika, the oh-so-perfect head of a company than manufactures Swiss chocolate; Jacques Dutronc is Andre, her suave, concert pianist husband whose previous wife died years ago in a mysterious car accident. How is it that Andre's teenage son has no musical talent, while the stunning Jeanne, who shares his birthday, is already a world-class pianist? And why does Huppert insist that everyone sip the hot chocolate she prepares so faithfully each evening? Chabrol has fashioned a delectable mystery, dipped in darkest Swiss chocolate.
With quiet dialogue, an understated mis-en-scene, and extraordinary acting, Chabrol has once again given us an enjoyable treat of a mystery, one that gleefully references Alfred Hitchcock, Fritz Lang... and Claude Chabrol.
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One to catch before it slips out of theatres. Claude Chabrol lays out a civilized web of deception in the Swiss countryside, where a young woman named Jeanne (Anna Mouglalis) discovers that she may have been switched at birth and presents herself to her possible father, André Polonski (Jacques Dutronc). They both turn out to be pianists-a hint, but not a conclusive one-and as they work together on perfecting Liszt's "Funérailles," Chabrol brings events to a slow, excruciating boil. The heat is applied by a performance that could not be more cool. Isabelle Huppert, as Polonski's first and third wife (long story), conceals her murderous intentions with an affectless gaze that's utterly sinister. Suspense builds the old-fashioned way: we know she will strike, but when? In French. -Michael Agger
Copyright © 2006 The New Yorker
Product Description
Chabrol, the most Hitchcockian of the New Wave directors, has fashioned a delectable psychological thriller that rivals his classics La Ceremonie, Madame Bovary, The Story of Women, and Les Biches. MERCI POUR LE CHOCOLAT is vintage Charbrol, with intricate plots that wend their way in a playful yet suspenseful manner through the elegant homes of several well-heeled French-Swiss in Lausanne, Switzerland. Starring renowned actress Isabelle Huppert (The Piano Teacher; 8 Women; School of Flesh), and co-starring French singing legend Jacques Dutronc (Vincent).
Isabelle Huppert stars as Mika, the oh-so-perfect head of a company than manufactures Swiss chocolate; Jacques Dutronc is Andre, her suave, concert pianist husband whose previous wife died years ago in a mysterious car accident. How is it that Andre's teenage son has no musical talent, while the stunning Jeanne, who shares his birthday, is already a world-class pianist? And why does Huppert insist that everyone sip the hot chocolate she prepares so faithfully each evening? Chabrol has fashioned a delectable mystery, dipped in darkest Swiss chocolate.
With quiet dialogue, an understated mis-en-scene, and extraordinary acting, Chabrol has once again given us an enjoyable treat of a mystery, one that gleefully references Alfred Hitchcock, Fritz Lang... and Claude Chabrol.
See all Editorial Reviews