Chabrol’s study is a jaundiced waltz, a poisoned heart under a perfumed surface, a rich Ealing vein mined Gallically. Faced with pile upon pile of evidence of his crimes, Landru leans back in the courtroom and scratchily yet serenely protests his innocence. For the killer and for the filmmaker scrutinizing him, human nature is finally “just a little secret” between you and the guillotine.
Fernando F. Croce
April 22, 2013