"Immaculate" is far from the immaculately conceived movie the master of suspense would've delivered.
Despite a promising pitch torn straight from the Hitchcock playbook, Franco-Belgian thriller “Immaculate” is far from the immaculately conceived movie that the master of suspense would have delivered. Far too respectful of the genre’s conventions to do anything challenging with them, this directorial debut by vet scribe Gregoire Vigneron (“Le petit Nicolas”) quickly becomes a paint-by-numbers tale of greed, betrayal and seduction that’s only marginally saved by first-rate acting and production values. Following a modest Gallic release, pic should clean up in Francophone ancillary.Cocksure exec Etienne (Benoit Magimel) seems to have it all: He’ll soon become CEO of a powerful multinational, his trophy wife (Julie Gayet) excels at shopping, and his apartment belongs in Architectural Digest. But when he meets an old pal (Francois-Xavier Demaison), and the two decide to confront the one man who may block Etienne’s ascension … well, surprise: Things don’t go as planned. A little more humor and a lot more intelligent maneuvering from the characters might have helped pic avoid the cackles that accompanied a recent Paris screening. Tech package and perfs — especially from Demaison as a five-time loser — are otherwise on the money.