The Girl Cut in Two asks us to empathize with Ludivine Sagnier, an attractive and capable young woman torn between the adulterous lecher who whores her out to his buddies and the murdering child molester who wants her for his very own.
How very French.
Thing is, I’m not French. The lecher creeped me out. The murderer scared me. The woman, well, I didn’t understand her. These two men aren’t the only two men in the world. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t tell both of them to hoof it and go find herself a nice young man who was neither an emotional nor physical threat to herself or others.
So there I sat, watching characters I didn’t care about behave in ways I didn’t understand. Oh, and looking at my watch. The Girl Cut in Two gave me no “in,” no one to root for, and nothing to care about. It looked professional, Ludivine Sagnier is a great beauty, and I enjoyed see The Transporter’s François Berléand play the lecher. In the end, however, these people behaved in ways that made no sense to me and that I couldn’t imagine.
Then again, I’m not French.