Real estate, pregnancy, terrorism and the dream of an easier life all vie for attention, as Laurent and his wife (Fillieres) begin to see a threat on every street corner. Fillieres secludes herself in their apartment with their two boys, while Laurent seeks solace in rediscovering his (half)-Jewish roots.
A slow pace and hectoring tone cannot match the assured terror that Haneke brings to his mysteries, and at ninety protracted minutes this would have played better in a shorter TV version.
A satisfying ending, in which Laurent and Fillieres embrace what troubles them, is well executed, but Cauvin and his two co-writers need to raise their game if they want to do something less anonymous than this.
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