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In this time when it may be considered fashionable to bash the French (this is written on the eve of war - the USA against Iraq) I, for one, wish to open a bottle of the best French Champagne to toast this most marvelous film! Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Ozon! This movie is a treat on all levels - sure, it's not for everyone, but if you like musicals, and a plate full of gorgeous GREAT actresses to boot, then - have at it, and enjoy!

Strange film with amazing casting and the sign of a great director. Exploration of a delicate universe, fragile, dangerous, dark and egocentric, definition of woman and trial of feelings, gestures and illusions. Fruit of a play in which nuances are more important than colors, games of memories and intentions more relevant than reality, dreams and desires as cages of Bovaric scenes.French taste and sweet shadows in manner of Agatha Christie. Fragments of a ambiguous world and old fires in morning light. A murder, duties and fear, small sins as protective wall, the other as pray, fight with yourself and splendid collection of sentimental guns, traps, expectation and delicate hate. The essential advantage- the presence of woman's secrets in the skin of Ozon's art.A cruel, nostalgic and subtle film with seductive air of old melodramas, satirical traces and ash circles in snow.

I expected very much from this movie, as I have seen recent French movies contributing in the development of what could be a very good alternative to the much too commercial Hollywood products, i.e. the rediscover of the European movie.Instead, I got a weak and cheap copycat of an Agatha Christie narrative ("Ten little Indians") with some really bad made musical intermezzo. Neiter the better known Bèart or Deneuve were able to save this movie. Nor does the score.The plot is indeed not existing. You just follow revelations after revelations, from reasonable to absurd, just to get "that Christie touch". However, the end is funny and somewhat symbolic: Those 8 women are not bearable.Awful.