A Matter of Taste, French director Bernard Rapp's polished second film, swims in lies, ones that sate at first, but soon intoxicate, seduce, and drown.
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San Francisco Chronicle by Edward Guthmann
The writing, by Rapp and Catherine Dussart, is exquisite, and the performers, including Francois Truffaut's old colleague Jean-Pierre Leaud as a magistrate, are all first-rate.
New York Daily News by Elizabeth Weitzman
A neat little almost-thriller, this witty French diversion manages to mess with your head with little apparent effort.
Rapp's creepy, ghoulishly funny and, finally, touching new film.
New Times (L.A.) by Jean Oppenheimer
The two lead performances are so good it contains more emotional depth than it probably has a right to.
Los Angeles Times by Kenneth Turan
An elegant study of devious mind games and emotional perversion, it makes the strangest of psychological dynamics plausible and involving.
There are also food scenes that will whet your appetite. But somehow a satisfying climax never makes it out of the oven.
TV Guide Magazine by Maitland McDonagh
This psychological thriller takes its time and never delivers the big shocks genre fans raised on its American cousins have come to expect. But it works up a chilly atmosphere of creeping dread, and the tension.
Village Voice by Michael Atkinson
A Matter of Taste's largest handicap is restraint: It's too tasteful. The climactic crisis is a broken leg, and the off-screen denouement is unimaginative.
The New York Times by Stephen Holden
This deliciously nasty French deconstruction of male pecking orders, directed by Bernard Rapp, should send a pleasant shiver down the spine of anyone who has ever obsessed about wanting to please a devious and manipulative boss.