The Sh*t L*st

Saw "Swimming Pool" (starring Charlotte Rampling) last night. A mostly interesting sequence of marginally related events. Surprised Anthony Lane did not write The New Yorker review -- seemed like his kind of movie.

Charlotte Rampling gives another outstanding performance, this time as an uptight mystery writer who accepts an offer from her publisher to use his house in the South of France for some inspiration. When his sexy daughter (the luscious Ludivine Sagnier) shows up uninvited, a slow-burning and deliberately abstract mystery is set in motion. The director Fran�ois Ozon (who�s worked with Rampling before, in the very similar �Under the Sand�) crafts a seductive puzzle that may have audiences wondering, in a pleasant way, what it was that they have just seen. In French and English.�B.D. (East 86th Street Cinemas, First & 62nd Cinemas, Lincoln Plaza Cinemas, 19th Street East 6, and Sunshine Cinema.)

As for the much bruited ending, as far as I could tell : camera tricks.