MOVIE REVIEW: Inspector Bellamy
Director Claude Chabrol delivers a disappointment
Gerard Depardieu is one of the biggest stars in France (no pun intended), and he’s starring in the 50th and latest film by director Claude Chabrol.
Chabrol was often compared to Alfred Hitchcock, but this film comes off as more of a slow Agatha Christie, with more talking and being less interesting.
Depardieu is a police inspector on vacation who ends up investigating the case of an insurance company executive who faked his own death to run off with his mistress and leave his wife some insurance money.
A decent plan when you find a bum that looks like you, who you can convince to go on a car ride with you. I’m just wondering why a guy with an insurance company doesn’t realize that even burned bodies can be identified by their teeth. I learned that watching Forensic Files.
The plot thickens when Depardieu’s younger brother shows up, and he’s a lot of trouble. He reminds me of Steve Martin’s younger brother in Parenthood (played wonderfully by Tom Hulce; side note: whatever happened to him? So great in Amadeus…).
These brothers always have a get-rich-quick scheme, and always need money to get it going (even though they’ve been given money previously that got wasted).
It gets frustrating when you wonder why Depardieu would put up with his brother after each additional irritating thing he does, or why he’d even let him in the house in the first place.
This movie would’ve been an interesting crime thriller if 20 minutes were shaved off it. Instead, the last film by the late Chabrol is a disappointment.
I’m giving it a D.