"Mortal Transfer" is this year's "Blood Simple" from the man who brought you "Diva" starring Jean-Hugues Anglade (Betty Blue, Killing Zoe). To summarize the plot is to betray a wonderful film. See it cold. Dark, funny, fucked up, kinky, necrophiliac slapstick. Yes. Slapstick. It might even have an intentional donkey-punch or two for "Eyes Wide Shut" with the added spice of two of the sexiest women I have ever seen on screen in the forms of Hélène de Fougerolles and Valantina Sauca. The dream sequence alone will have you wondering why in God's name Beineix is not making big-budget movies in America. Certain to be ruined as a studio remake if they can ever get it away from him. (I guarantee you will be imagining at least one starlet in particular who will be their sublimely dreadful ideal in place of M. Fougerolles). You must see this film.

It should be immediately obvious to you why both films have been difficult to sell in America. Neither one contains a single computer generated image, revenge/ redemption device, breast implant, needless line of exposition or thick creamy coating of demographically calibrated condescension. Both are patient, methodical, unrushed, unrelenting, sexually frank and ultimately ambiguous.

You know. Films with balls.

I hope you get a chance to see them both.

- Christopher McQuarrie