Alexandros Avranas
Dark Crimes

I don't know why I convinced myself that it's worth reviewing this film, which, to be honest, really left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Jim Carrey is "good," definitely out of his rhythm (or simply from the ones we're used to), even though I hated him for everything he did, but also for what he didn't do, unfortunately. Charlotte Gainsbourg is great but presents us with a character that she has portrayed several times and almost never convinces. Marton Csokas has an irritating performance, with a devastated and, I would say, embarrassing look, playing a well-known dark writer who perfectly describes the crime that our gloomy detective will investigate.

Everything takes place in a grey, rainy, wintry Poland, devoid of warmth, like the people on whom the story revolves: grey inside, outside, and around. The film is in color, but it seems black and white, with not very beautiful cinematography and many close-ups, an infinity of close-ups, perhaps to let you savor the bitterness, disgust, and despair that characterize the protagonists: a story lost in fragmented storytelling, flashbacks, and the inability to understand why it could have happened.

All right, but tell me why an actor like ours would be convinced to play a role like this, I would say so devoted to suicide? I don't know and we may never know, perhaps.