What is this world we live in where 38 people watch a rape followed by a brutal murder and pretend that nothing happened? Whether out of laziness or indifference, the truth is that nobody called the police while the horror lasted. And how does someone who begins to feel the remorse for what he didn’t do faces the hostility of those who gradually feel the world they live in falling apart? Those who prefer to ignore than to see the destabilization of the fragile fantasy that surrounds them? Like a craftsman, Lucas Belvaux reconstitutes that evening in a tour-de-force of an harrowing violence. It’s good to have the Belgian back! (Rui Pereira)
