Trap for Cinderella

From another review:

"So if you did not like the plot, do not blame the screenwriters or the actors; blame the author of "Piege pour Cendrillon." Yet I have a feeling most people have not actually read the novel, therefore, you have no place to comment, considering this is an ADAPTION OF THE NOVEL."

This is a movie, not a book. As such the Director and Screenwriter must be held accountable for what is produced not the author of a book. It was the movie makers decision to use this particular book. They could have chosen a million others. My reaction to the book? Haven't any, did not read it. Why should that influence my abillity to review a movie? That being said, my reaction to this movie was "meh.." at best. Someones good idea but not my idea of good.

The story or rather the feeling of the story is particularly well told. The actual plot is ok (not great) and has a lot of holes in it if you decide to look for them.

What works here though as I mentioned is the feeling, the connection of the 2 main characters with each other. The director captures whats it must be like to view life from the other side of the fence, something better but never quite in reach. Do's desperation for a release from the pain that she feels and her passion for a life with Micky is captivating.

Forget the plot ride the emotion.

After reading previous reviews, I can only assume that most people have not actually read the book, "Piege pour Cendrillion." For most of the reviews complain about the ridiculous plot, which is not the fault of the producer, but the author of the original book. I do admit, this plot is not at all realistic. But first: realize the book this film was based on was FICTION. Fiction is not supposed to be or held to be realistic. Second: realize that if one wanted to make an adaption of the BOOK, they would not be able to greatly deviate from the novel's plot, considering they would have had to obtain the author's consent.

So if you did not like the plot, do not blame the screenwriters or the actors; blame the author of "Piege pour Cendrillon." Yet I have a feeling most people have not actually read the novel, therefore, you have no place to comment, considering this is an ADAPTION OF THE NOVEL.

I thought the actors, directors, and producers gave a great performance based off of what they were given. Cheers to all involved in this movie.

A tale of obsession that leads to murder and assumed identities. So pretty much a female centered retelling of'The Talented Mr Ripley'.

This movie makes no sense at all. There are so many plot conveniences and contrivences that happen as to to make it unrelateable in every way.

The plastic surgery? The boiler fire? The boyfriend who didn't recognise Mickey?

Ian Softley is not an idiot when it comes to movie making but he was when he chose this as a viable movie making project.

I suppose Tuppence Middleton has a sexy, Bohemian quality to her but rest? Nah, not for me. The movie only made $4000 worldwide. I can see why.

Plastic surgery restores a burn victim's face, but amnesia thwarts her attempts to remember who she is. Slowly, flashback fragments coalesce in a story. Two young English women who shared childhood holidays in the South of France meet as adults in swinging London. Bank clerk "Do" (Alexandra Roach) seems needier than Goth photographer "Mickey" (Tuppence Middleton), whose old aunt will die sooner-than-later and leave her a fortune. Dowdy Do quits her job, moves in, and starts to style herself on her wilder friend, in a borderline siamese-twin neurosis recalling Bergman's classic "Persona" (1966).

Source material Sébastien Japrisot's novel of the same name, filmed in French in 1965, paints a crisis-of-identity and voyage-to-the-self with a Noir twist. Psychological pay-off takes a backseat to arson, betrayal, blackmail, con artistry, mind control, and murder. And yet, these baser instincts are filmed with a light touch and the focus correctly stays on two disparate personalities in complex closeness. Middleton and Roach are up to the challenge. After a slow start, "Trap" finds its groove, but a meddlesome soundtrack distracts, lackluster camerawork diffuses, hyperactive edits undermine, and too many bared breasts suggest someone lost confidence in the story.

Don't blame virtuoso storyteller Japrisot for this Cinderella's wobbly script. Director Iain Softley has rearranged the intrigue as imitation Cronenberg. Hamstrung by secondrate production values, he also soft-pedals the class difference between Mickey and Do. "Her mother was your aunt's housekeeper," a throw-away line by the film's villainess (Kerry Fox), is the only clue that Do is the Cinderella of the title. And yet that is the key to the mystery.