In strict contrast to the disastrously muddled ‘Trance’ (see below), we have yet another cracker coming in from Spain, who lately can’t seem to put a foot wrong at the movies. Like ‘Trance’ it has a plot that messes with your head and rewrites what you’ve seen. Unlike ‘Trance’ it makes perfect retroactive sense. And it’s made by the producers of ‘The Orphanage’.
Alex is a scientist who has married Makya, his boss at his pharmaceutical company. She’s paranoid about being older than him and one day losing him, but she has a hold over him – their marriage contract. But then she has a heart attack and dies, and now her body lies in the morgue.
Or rather, it doesn’t. The drawer is empty. That rainy night the morgue attendant becomes so scared that he flees into the road and is hit by a car. Now he’s in the hospital in a coma, and nobody will know the truth unless he awakens – for Makya’s body has been taken by persons unknown, and can’t be found anywhere. And now the cops have her husband under guard in the building as the lights start to flicker and the noose of guilt tightens around Alex, who has a few secrets of his own, including the anxious girlfriend in the car waiting outside…
To say anything more would be to spoil the fun. This is a movie where the plot is a turning thumbscrew of suspense that should force you to switch allegiances right until the end. There are clues galore – a gun, a cigarette end, a rare drug, a glass of wine, an envelope – the visuals are sumptuous and the fair-play punchline seems obvious when you look back, as all good whodunnits should.
‘The Body’ is rather like a juicy crime novel you read in bed on a rainy night and can’t put down, which means that it probably won’t turn up in multiplexes, but will get badly remade in Hollywood with someone like Ben Affleck in it. By the way, the Hollywood remake of the suspense hit ‘The Loft’ is heading our way – I tend to avoid the carbons, and this is essential with the Dutch ‘Loft’, which is a knockout. See the originals and prove to the studios that we can read.