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Sex also stars in an under-handed role as the celebrities slither across the screen. No less than three apparent ingénues compete for faith in female innocence. Virginie Ledoven pops first into the grand familial estate -- just home from exams and self-consciously twirling in her circle skirts, making moues. Her little sister (Ludivine Sagnier) need wait no longer to discover the trouble she hopes her sibling can contrive. Meanwhile, a sultry young maid (Emmanuelle Beart) sashays up and down the magisterial stairs, hips rocking with every step. All these naughty girls merit a daddy who will slam shut his checkbook and put his authoritarian foot down like a bomb. So, where is Daddy Dearest in this movie, anyway? Well, maybe his corpse rots in the bedroom. Then again, maybe pranks whirl out of hand. An older maid with a record of tete-a-tetes (Firmine Richard) should know all the answers in this sophisticated musical murder mystery. Her lips appear locked, though, as she protects: 1) the delicate daughters of the household, 2) assorted outrageous lovers and 3) a grand dame confined to a wheelchair. Which do these women need more -- a father or a gendarme? What a brilliant concept! This script offers the antithesis of hard-boiled detective fiction. Every character identifies with a flower; every set flashes before the audience like a scene from The Rich and Famous. Indeed, the costumes would turn Edith Head giddy with envy. Yet somewhere outside the locked room lurks a conniving female with an ax to grind, which fits neatly in her pretty little purse. If this description did not apply to all eight, we might believe the paternal life has been easy. Released in 2002, this film begins and ends with sudden violence, capering through intermittent musical numbers. See 8 Women: Never did murderers lurk less obviously in not-so-plain sight! Meg Curtis Meg Curtis leads a triple life as a creative writer, a college professor and a medievalist. From western New York, she gained insights into wildlife and spiritualism. In Appalachia, she learned to love America's oldest mountains. She has settled happily, with three southern cats and a basset hound named Mr. Willoughby, in Freemansburg, Pennsylvania. Click here to share your views.
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