One of Claude Chabrol's finest films, giving us a marriage that at first looks fine. 100 minutes later, one of them is dead and the other one insane. And it's all due to jealousy. François Cluzet is excellent as a husband who's convinced his lovely wife (Emmanuelle Béart) is cheating on him, and eventually he becomes so enraged over this notion that he takes to handcuffing her to the bed. But the show belongs to Béart, who accurately portrays a woman torn by love for her husband and fear over his increasingly crazy actions.

As good as the film is, the backstory is better. Henri-Georges Clouzot (Diabolique) began shooting this movie back in 1964, but died before it was completed. Chabrol bought the rights and made the film for real 30 years later. It was worth the wait.