I suspect that Kristin Scott Thomas can't actually 'open' a film but she certainly should be able to. Her name on the credits even in a supporting role (Ne le dis personne) is a guarantee that at least one role in the film will be played to perfection. So it is here with Scott Thomas playing another doctor/killer which is, of course, both unfair and misleading because in the much superior film I've Loved You So Long, her doctor character 'killed' her much loved son when he developed an incurable illness whilst here a patient in her care died on the operating table and at the subsequent inquest she was absolved of all blame. Nevertheless the patient's husband is not satisfied with this verdict and determines to make Scott Thomas pay. This is, of course, impossible to achieve but he gives it the old college try by kidnapping her and confining her to a tiny space with a bucket for a toilet. Inevitably after a settling in period of mutual hostility they begin to bond until one day he leaves the door open and she takes it on the Jesse Owens. Within weeks they have tracked each other down and engaged in passionate sex, following which she walks into the police station while he is enjoying post-coital slumber and watches as he is arrested. Women, go figure.
Review of In Your Hands
