Perry Kate Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Rijndri Load of rubbish!!

Roy Hart If you're interested in the topic at hand, you should just watch it and judge yourself because the reviews have gone very biased by people that didn't even watch it and just hate (or love) the creator. I liked it, it was well written, narrated, and directed and it was about a topic that interests me.

Curt Watching it is like watching the spectacle of a class clown at their best: you laugh at their jokes, instigate their defiance, and "ooooh" when they get in trouble.

pete36 French version of movie of cops on the look for a serial killer. Story also focuses on private lives of both cops involved. Lots of scenes happen in dark forests of the French Ardennes where the killer tends to operate and this creates a very gloomy atmosphere.On the whole this is a very well made and tense thriller and stays thought provoking until the end, but sadly not until the very end.Because then it goes all wrong. The ending is weird and ruins the entire movie, which a damn shame as 95 % of the movie is quite good. Did the producers just ran out of money or did the crew just got tired and wanted to wrap up the movie asap ? I do not know who is to blame for such a shambles of an ending but if it was the director he should be serously considering giving up movie-making altogether. Probably a good thing then that he had to wait another 4 years to make a movie again («Agents secrets » with la Bellucci) and it seems it is pretty bad. Probably ruined the ending again.All good movies have brilliant endings and just bungling it up this way is nothing less then an insult to the spectator.

dbdumonteil This is the kind of movie which shows the paucity of French cinema when it comes to making thrillers.The director's desire to "sound American" is so glaring that you will not be fooled a minute,unless you have not seen a serial killer movie since "Peeping Tom".Two male cops (or one and a half,more like,as you will see),horrible murders,a plot more complicated than complex.Charles Berling is not lucky with the genre(see the astoundlingly dumb "l'inconnu de Strasbourg" a couple of years ago).The scenes with his pregnant wife -which are supposed to be a counterpart for the otherwise noir atmosphere of the rest of the plot-are among the worst ever filmed.Add a steamy love scene between them and a gory autopsy to get a PG 12 and thus to attract the huge adolescent audience.A violent and absurd conclusion,followed by a silent epilogue who could make a nice commercial for the côte d'azur,it's really the silence of the lame.

Alice Liddel 'Scenes de crimes' purports to depict a dark, disturbing malaise that seems to infect the very geography of France; less the vile outrages of a lone serial killer than a moral sickness spreading over the nation, a numbing disease that reduces the young, the future, to disassembled body parts. There is a touch of reactionary sentiment perhaps here, as the victims are all drug-takers, hitchhikers, sexually promiscuous, teenage pregnancies, punished for their transgression; but so are their parents for their lack of control. This is a film that is obsessed with families - it opens and closes with images of family, a teenager who refuses to go on holidays with her parents, and is later brutally tortured and murdered; and the hero, his wife and their newly-born daughter walking in an idyllic picture straight from a soft-focus 70s chocalate-box commercial. The film's already harrowing content is given further strength by some disturbing connections - eg the first victim, the hero's wife and the killer's wife are all pregnant. The film brutally contrasts this fertility with a space rank with decay, dirt, the unfinished and abandoned; ugly forests, chill lakes, muddy building sites - the earth is another mother, yielding aborted fragments of non-life. The scrupulously dour realism (recalling all those 70s policiers), verges on Grand Guignol, such as the row of severed heads fished from the lake. The machine that shows the hero the insides of his pregnant wife, and its seemingly peaceful, silent charge echoes the horrific sight of the charred, hacked, naked female body at the autopsy, dirt and insects incrusting a pudenda that in another context should produce life.The film doesn't seem to put much faith in the forces of law and order to contain this poisoned well. The first we see of our crime squad heroes, they are lost because of a failure to read a map. How on earth are they going to read this unimaginable, murderous grid? Their inadequacy is heightened by reference to their home lives. Gomez, the elder of the two, is a brothel-frequenting alcoholic not even speaking to a wife who soon leaves him, with a daughter around the same age as all the victims. His partner, Fabian, seems more settled, although the film suggests that he is only starting on the road that will lead him to Gomez's shocking fate. The further involved he gets in the case, the more he loses his youthful detachment, falling for porn actresses who look like the murdered girl; picking up hookers while his wife gives birth. The film's grey morality achieves a numbing effect; it is difficult to feel in any way distant, in moral terms, from the murderer and his grisly crimes, no good guys we can side with.Predictably, 'Scenes de crimes' cops out. The more infected and unmanageable the world of the film gets, the more its 'doctors' try to control it, by placing a pattern over it, containing it by science. And the film bears this out, though not before a jolting development in the buddy buddy narrative that simply never happens in these films. Despite all the horror, there is a source which, once identified and uprooted, will put an end to the ghastliness. The director tries his best to make this ambiguous - the closing image is a heavy-handed attempt at Chabrolian irony - but the fact remains that an ending where Marlow is executed by Kurtz would have been much more frightening; or the suggestion that there are many many more of them out there. Still, wouldn't want to be Fabian's kid!

grespoun Two french policemen are looking for a serial killer. This film is like a french "Silence of the Lambs". A serial killer leaves headless and handless bodies behind him. There are pretty similar scenes about cutting up dead people to get to know the killer better. But there's no FBI at work here, but the french police. Their methods aren't as sophisticated. And they don't look for a unique madman, cutting up his victims for a special purpose (like producing a skin costume). The killer here is astonishingly normal, simply killing for the pleasure of it, and cutting of heads just to make the work harder for the police, not to keep trophees of any kind. Charles Berling gives an astonishing performance and helps to lead the film in a more phylosophical area, asking one question: What's a life really worth? The answer: In the end it might not be worth much, but it is worth a try having one.