krebabble

So last Sunday I went to see 8 Women. From the preview, I had the idea that it was going to be like a cross between Clue and Gosford Park. And it was. Remarkably so, in fact, though with that little twist of just plain weird that so often crops up in French films. The movie begins… with the arrival home from college of the eldest daughter Suzon. We’re introduced to a good number of the 8 women before we discover that the only male in the house, dad/husband/son-in-law, has been stabbed and is dead. The phone line has been cut and a snowstorm has cut them off from the outside. So the women spend the day sniping at each other, airing everyone’s dirty laundry and digging up quite a few secrets that should have remained secret. (Which include, among other things, affairs, illegitimacy, lesbianism and theft.) From my perspective, the acting was really very good, as was the script. There were only one or two spots where I felt jarred by an unreasonable or unlikely action. It’s not something I’m going to need to see again, though, which is similar to how I felt after seeing Gosford Park.

The movie did, however, make me very much want to be able to play Clue. (And is indirectly the origin of the post from earlier this week.) It also sent me on a Miss Marple spree, which has expanded to a general run on Agatha Christie, which has reminded me that I wanted to learn how to play Bridge. (So I downloaded a program to work on that.) And I think I also need to see the movie Clue again, so I’m going to have to stop by the store and pick that up.