The Page Turner
Directed by Denis Dercourt
Opens March 23, Lincoln Plaza, Angelika
Sure, The Page Turner looks and sounds like an NPR junkie's idea of thrill-crazy hothouse fare, but the title of Denis Dercourt's cold-to-the-touch suspenser nods wittily to the potboiler material and motivations snaking around under its elegant furnishings. Melanie, the 10-year-old daughter of a poor butchera tip of the deerstalker, perhaps, to papa Chabrol, whose icy exercises in genre mechanics are the movie's clear antecedentflubs her one chance at a scholarship when Ariane, the concert-pianist judge (Catherine Frot) disrupts her audition to sign an autograph. Several years later, Ariane, beset by stage fright after a mysterious accident, prepares for her comeback. All she needs is someone to turn her sheet music for the concertand there, handily enough, is her husband's strangely watchful new teenage intern (Déborah François). Anyone who remembers The Hand That Rocks the Cradle will see the instruments of revenge laid out like cutlery in a slasher movie's kitchen, and Dercourt's overbright visual scheme aims for a Michael Hanekeesque bourgeois chill that comes off instead as curiously bloodless. But the well-chosen classical selections ratchet up the tensionShostakovich makes a mean Bernard Herrmannand François, so affecting as the teenage mother in the Dardenne brothers' L'Enfant, proves equally effective as an opaque dose of pretty poison. The movie saves the full strength of her toxicity for a kicker that's almost gleeful in its sangfroid; Dercourt's parting coup de grâce is like getting shanked with an icicle.