It's all a bit improbable, but Dolan -- who claimed never to have watched any Hitchcock before filming -- pulls off a Master-of-Suspense Psycho-drama, down to the scraping, disturbed violins.

Grief, lies and webs of deceit are the flesh-eating monsters. The film exudes a living poetry.... Dolan has the ability to render any banal activity ominous.

It's a tentative slow burn about the secrets we keep in the name of love, and it doesn't quite add up.

A much more intense and disturbing film from a director that starts to find substance tailored to his beautiful swathings. [Full review in Spanish]