Tell No One
François Cluzet simmers beautifully as a Paris pediatrician who, eight years after the brutal murder of his beloved wife (Marie-Josée Croze), receives an e-mailed video purporting to show her alive. His search for her or her captors is, to understate the situation, complicated by their search for him and the growing suspicions of the police — who reopen the case after two more corpses pop up — that the doc is his wife’s killer. That one can’t parse the plot of Tell No One without using multiple subordinate clauses gives you some idea of the labyrinthine twists in Guillaume Canet’s soignée adaptation of Harlan Coben’s rather less elegant thriller. Among the movie’s many delights are its fluctuating rhythms, an atmospheric volatility that sets off the doctor’s blooming paranoia against his sunlit surroundings, and a terrific cast that includes Kristin Scott Thomas and a quietly funny François Berléand. Crucially, though, the love story at the movie’s heart is much less engaging than the motives of its lively supporting characters.