I call it Stephen King’s Syndrome. The ending murders the mystery. What starts off as chilling horror ends up being a giant spider. Except in this case, the syndrome is not so pronounced and doesn’t kill the movie.

Also suffers from highly predictable reverse-logic morality. If the character seems pleasant and docile, it’s because they’re planning to stick a knife in someone’s ribs and enjoying the anticipation. As for the knife-wielding maniacs, they’re your knights-errant.

That being said, a worthwhile story with high-grade cinematography labeled, “Fabriqué en France.” I only mention the faults because everything else was so perfect, what can you say?