Review of The Page Turner

It is funny how it gets hard, sometimes, to find what you really think of a movie, because for a part it is good, and for another you can't hide your disappointment. Of course, that is what I still feel for this movie, because I first found it rather well directed, well acted, and was happy for three tough scenes well done. But, I also have to say that, while I was watching it, I finally had the feeling that I already had seen a film like that before, a story of a machiavellian revenge, with a very dark character, slowly getting into a family to destroy it...The originality, if any, of this movie, perhaps lies in the contrast between the beauty of the music (wich has a great place in the film), the seemingly order and quietness of this middle-class family, and the mental disorder of the intruder whom has come to get a revenge. The trouble is that it is not enough to get a very good film: you just get something as good as a well-done school works, without nerves, without guts...then you spend a good time seeing someone getting a (stupid) revenge, but you don't feel anything really strong: no fear, no compassion, no sorrow, etc. Are not arts made to make us feel something more than being comfortable settled down in a seat?