"Leconte's clever engagement of noir idiom befits this story of mistaken identity and has a spectacular way of heightening the tension between the titular unfamiliars." - Ed Gonzalez

The shooting is good, actors do they stuff, the story is worth for the movie. But why it have to be so darn boring! The director does not reach any magnetism between two or in a story at all.

way too talkative for my tastes...

Leconte's psychological nonthriller (the Bernard Herrmann-esque music and the visual allusions to Rear Window are red herrings, and the frequently jostled camerawork is the furthest thing from Hitchcock) goes from one improbability to another: an abstracted thirty-something woman walks through the wrong door and tells her innermost troubles to a tax lawyer instead of a psychoanalyst, and, when he points out her mistake at their third session, she continues to visit him all the same.

Usually I dig Leconte but this one just doesn't make it