Lemming (2006, French)

Tell No One got me interested in seeing Dominik Moll’s follow-up to With a Friend Like Harry, Lemming. I remember Harry as being pretty solid, and who could go wrong with the pairing of Charlotte Gainsbourg and Charlotte Rampling? But Lemming is weird. Like, David Lynch weird, if Lynch were really, really dull. Once it’s possible to figure out what is (most likely) going on, the tension of the first half has dissipated, and it’s far too late to care – all of the characters seem to walk around in a perpetual state of bemusement or stoic repression. So who cares who’s cheating on whom, who might be possessed, and who’s just plain going crazy?