Alright, folks. Let’s talk about “Tell No One” (original title: “Ne le dis à personne”). This French thriller directed by Guillaume Canet – man, it’s a ride. You know those late-night crime podcasts you can’t stop listening to? Yeah, this movie’s kinda like that, but better (and in French). Really brings me back to those cozy nights, huddled under my duvet, binging on mystery novels.

The plot? Buckle up. Eight years after Alex’s wife, Margot, is murdered, he receives an email suggesting she’s still alive. Intrigued already? I was too. Not gonna lie, the twists in this movie land harder than a late-night kebab after a night out in Malmö. And the performances, especially from François Cluzet, are top-notch. He pulls off that blend of vulnerability and determination only a seasoned actor could muster. You can basically feel his desperation seeping through the screen.

But let’s keep it real, sometimes the complex plot feels like attempting to solve a Rubik’s cube after a couple of beers at a Sundsvall kräftskiva. It gets a bit muddy, and you might find yourself scratching your head thinking, “Did I miss something?” Still, it keeps you hooked, even if the ‘aha’ moments come alongside some ‘wait, what?’ moments.

One thing that stood out to me (and probably my favorite part) is the cinematography. The way Canet captures Paris and its outskirts adds such a gripping ambiance. Made me nostalgic for autumn walks by the Göta Canal, wrapped up in a scarf with the chill biting at your nose.

And, oh, the soundtrack – superb! It adds so much tension and emotional depth. Reminded me of how compelling music can change the entire feel of a scene… like when you’re watching an Ingmar Bergman film, and you suddenly feel that deep, philosophical tug.

Alright, that’s about it. If you’re into thrillers that’ll keep you up at night, questioning every single character, “Tell No One” is your go-to. It’s not flawless but then again, what is? Besides my mormor’s cinnamon buns, of course.

Check out the trailer here: Tell No One