This clever, but disappointingly tame psychodrama sees Virginie Efira as a professional translator secretly living with two families; one in Switzerland, the other in France.
The French psychodrama “Madeleine Collins” feels like a domesticated version of a Hitchcock movie, with all the frenzied longing and perversion leashed up and reined in. It’s too bad, considering the film’s novel premise. Usually, the man plays the two-timer, but in the film’s “don’t worry, it’s just business travel” swindle, it’s the woman who dares to have it both ways.
Judith (Virginie Efira), a professional translator, shifts between households just as easily as she does between languages. In Switzerland, she lives with her boyfriend, Abdel (Quim Gutierrez), and their little girl; in France, with her husband, Melvil (Bruno Salomone), a celebrated conductor with whom she has two sons.
The first part of “Madeleine Collins” plays like a straight drama about Judith’s balancing act. She takes the train between countries, seemingly gliding to and fro thanks to elegantly controlled camera movements by the cinematographer Gordon Spooner.
Judith’s freakish skill for deception possesses a similar artistry. When her eldest son catches her whispering sweet nothings to her lover on the phone, Judith quickly pivots from the accusation, and turns the face-off into a discussion about her kid’s sexuality.
In heated moments like these, Judith’s lies feel startlingly natural, which asks the question: Just how much of her own Kool-Aid is she sipping?
Directed by Antoine Barraud, the film withholds crucial details about the true nature of Judith’s relationship with Abdel, and cleverly fills out the picture through tiny hints and glances, creating suspense through fresh turns of ambiguity in each scene.
But the payoff from such fog-clearing doesn’t quite grip the way it should. Despite Efira’s efforts, Judith’s inevitable breakdown never hits a satisfyingly deranged register. Her motivations turn out to be less spicy, and more blandly sympathetic than one had hoped from this pressure cooker of a film.
Madeleine Collins
Not rated. Running time: 1 hour 42 minutes. In theaters.
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