O Amor é um Crime Perfeito

At one point in this movie, the protagonist, a creative writing college professor (Matthieu Americ) with a taste for his nubile female students, gives a creative writing exercise where he tells students to write something based, not on character or story, but on a "landscape". That's kind of what this movie itself is. The plot and characters are definitely very serviceable with the professor suspected of being behind the disappearance of a female student he is seen in the carnal company of at the beginning, and neither the viewer or the perhaps the protagonist himself (who is given to severe "headaches") really sure of his guilt. Instead of being the usual married French cad though, the professor lives in an isolated mountain villa in a rather incestuous relationship with his sister (Karen Viard), who might be propping up his career via her sexual relationship with the college dean. Meanwhile, the suspicions swirling around don't stop him from getting sexually involved with the missing girl's alluring stepmother (Maiwenn LeBesco) or being pursued by the hot-to-trot daughter of a big university donor (Sara Forestier), who wants him to give her "private lessons" in, uh, creative writing.

This movie though, despite being basically a TV film, really benefits the most from its great "landscape". It is set in a wintry French alpine village and has great crisp cinematography (I don' know if it's digital, but if so digital has come a LONG way). The natural beauty is well matched by the incredible modern glass architecture of the mountain college where a lot of this takes place. Besides having the most beautiful female students I've ever seen, the professor also teaches in probably the nicest classroom that ANY creative writing professor has ever taught in.

Americ is definitely a talented and charismatic actor, who is very big in French film and has even left France to play James Bond villains. He manages to make his coed-molesting--and possibly murderous--anti-hero genuinely likable. But the OTHER part of the gorgeous "landscape" here frankly is the sumptuous female bodies on display. Sara Forstier is so irresistibly sexy that it beggars belief that the professor even tries. Maiwen LeBesco is also really something. It IS pretty funny though that she seems to be the only French actress I know of to use a "body double" for nude scenes given that her little sister, the equally voluptuous actress Isild LeBesco, only leaves her clothes ON in a movie if it's absolutely necessary to the plot (maybe Isild is her older sister's "body double"?). Although she's more famous (largely as the result of her shotgun teen wedding to director Luc Besson and appearances in a number of his films), I've never personally thought Maiwenn was nearly as talented as her sister, but she's really good here.

I don't want to take anything away from Americ or the very decent (if not always believable) story, but it is the "landscape--of natural scenery, modern architecture, and, yes, female flesh--that real makes this movie.

L'amour est un crime parfait or Love is the Perfect Crime has two big things going for it. They are in no specific order; the gorgeous alpine locations and interesting post-modern university settings and the first act which intriguingly does manage to hook you into hanging around for the final outcome.

Unfortunately the second and third acts are increasingly filled with so many red herrings and almost unbelievably melodramatic contrivances on the part of the script writers, we know before we get there that the denouement will be unsatisfactory in the extreme. And so it proves to be.

We are never presented with a motive/reason for the first killing/murder, though sleep-walking (LOL!) is suggested. There is no real reason given for the siblings' odd relationship, apart from a mention that "their mother was too hard on them". Wow! I wondered why there was (plainly) an over-emphasis on the protagonist's smoking (to ridiculous lengths) in the film. And it was clearly to set up the climax with a bang. And seriously, if a big time gangster wanted to intimidate/investigate a character, I could never see them going to the theatrical lengths that are presented in this shaggy dog joke of a film.

The big reveal/twist when it appears is just laughable and just adds to the evidence that like a cheap Christmas gift gaudily packaged, Love is the Perfect Crime is all style with little substance.

A magnificent and intoxicating serial killer film set in the icy landscapes of Switzerland. Everything revolves around Marc, a sensualist and disturbed literature professor. His extremely literary way of expressing himself is undoubtedly impossible to apply in real life, but verisimilitude is not necessary. His intensity is fabulous, especially the way he looks at women, the way he fills his eyes and mind with them. Mathieu Amalric is just fantastic in this role. Note the excellent music of Caravaggio, subtle electronic tracks which embrace the rounded modernity of the university where Marc works. The Larrieu brothers once again excel in maintaining a floating and uncertain spirit in the film, whose main character gradually, almost voluptuously, loses his footing. Wonderful.

Terrific snowbound locations are pretty much the only asset of this inert, predictable, overlong thriller. Mathieu Amalric is miscast as a middle-aged Don Juan (he is so irresistible that young girls PAY HIM to spend some private time with him, and even his sister cannot keep her hands off him). Maïwenn is also miscast as a femme fatale. *1/2 out of 4.

'Love is the Perfect Crime' ('L'amour est un crime parfait' in French) is one of the most formidable movie titles I can remember. A title that promises a combination of thriller and love story, which is indeed part of what the 2013 film directed by brothers Arnaud and Jean-Marie Larrieu proposes. The presence in the main role of Mathieu Amalric, one of my favorite French actors, heightened my curiosity to see this film. Of the many promises, only a part were justified.

Switzerland at the end of winter is the setting for the film. The snow-covered mountains represent since Hitchcock a scenery for films in the psychological thriller genre, with sunshine illuminating postcards landscapes behind which we can feel the threat, with snow covering tracks, traces and sometimes bodies, at least until the thaw. We deal with a plot in which part of the truth is hidden from viewers, which is a rule in most detective movies, but in this case the truth is hidden also to the heroes on the screen. Ambiguity is what characterizes their characters and feelings in this film. We are dealing with a criminal investigation (a student has disappeared and her teacher, a man with a fame of conqueror is one of the suspects) and with a late love story, but the reality behind the appearances is questionable to the very end.

What I liked: The role of Marc, the teacher of literary creation around which orbit the female students, but who is secretly haunted by his own traumas is perfect for Mathieu Amalric, who dominates the screen and the story with his feelings and dilemmas. The film is made 2-3 years before the 'me too' scandals broke out and the role would probably have been written differently if the film had been made now. The atmosphere of the Swiss university intellectual circles with their professional and romantic intrigues is very well rendered. The image is stylish and consistent. What I liked least: There are three women characters around Marc and the actresses' creations are uneven. If the interpreters of Marianne (Marc's sister - Karin Viard) and Annie (the student trying to lure Marc into a love affair - Sara Forestier) are neutral, Anna's key character is missed by Maïwenn's interpretation. The script suffers from a certain verbosity that makes the film seem long and repetitive from time to time. The ambiguity of the approach ultimately turns against the intentions of the filmmakers, and many viewers will already have been lost interest in the denouement by the end of the movie. Yet another proof that the performance of one single actor, no matter how good he may be, cannot sustain alone an entire movie.