There are more than a few interesting things about “Tell No One,” beginning with the obvious fact that nobody in Paris appears to be overweight. Sure there are some big people walking the streets but while watching the action range from back alleys to flea markets to places like Kinkos to restaurants and at horse fairs, nobody is a tub-tub like here in the states. Paris traffic is as bad as most American cities but French royalty continues to have not only more class but about the same clout that the wealthy have in our country.
Once you set aside mental illness and the unlucky strike of a madman, remember that most crimes are committed for three reasons: Love, money, or power, or sometimes all three. Over eight years Alex Beck (Cluzet) is a kind and gentle pediatrician who slowly recovers after his wife, and childhood sweetheart, Margot has supposedly been murdered on the shores of a small lake--as he tries to swim to her aid--by an infamous serial killer in an incident close to the family farm outside of Paris.
Over eight years Alex has tried putting his life back together including an annual, but often unpleasant, visit to his in-laws, and putting even more of his life into his practice. Suddenly after two bodies have been unearthed close to the original murder site Alex is implicated in the killing of two people and the police are beginning to suspect he also murdered his wife. Then he receives an email that shows his wife alive and well in Paris.
This all occurs in the first few minutes of the plot--and then game is on!
Like vintage Hitchcock, the pace never slackens and the plot while as convoluted as a plate of tangled pasta, it all makes sense in the end. To say more would give you a clue and that’s not proper when the film is as good as this.