A few months ago I talked about how much I love French film. A few days ago I saw "Tell No One" and am now questioning my ability to make films on account of my lack of being French.
"Tell No One" is as such: Man and woman go to their child hood make out spot by a lake. She swims back to land, we hear a scream and the man rushes to shore. As soon as he gets there BAM, knocked out cold and falls into the water. Fade in 8 years later, and after a little exposition, he gets home on the 8th year anniversary of his wife's death to find an e-mail. He opens the email and it links him to a streaming video where his wife walks into view, looks up at the camera and walks off.
Then it goes from there. Hooked? You will be. This film is one of those movies that just builds and builds with mystery and just has you wondering, "will the ending be satisfying enough for all this set up?" Oh yeah. Possibly the most satisfied I've ever been by the end of a movie.
It's quite stunning how this movie leaves you. I even almost got a little teary eyed. The best advice I can give you is to not research this movie more than I've already told you. Knowing less will just make this experience that much better.
God speed
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