Many people would have had to study this play at school and I certainly remember doing so, but although that was a long time ago I can still remember how chilling and utterly brilliant the plot was. Maybe the plot is simple, maybe not, but whatever anyone thinks, they cannot deny that we are shown a tale of morals, and how actions effect others.
A family sit down to dinner in their posh and decadent house in 1912, only to be troubled by a man appearing at the door who tells them that he is an inspector, there to discuss the case of a girl who has just died.
One by one, the man picks the family apart as he tells his story, and interestingly he probably says the least of all the characters, yet insinuates the most.
The film is brilliantly plotted and as tense as any new thriller movie may be. I have my own thoughts about the Inspector, which have changed from when I first watched the film all those years ago, but that is the beauty of this film, and it certainly demands a watch every now and again to show us what happens as a result of our actions.
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