‘The Night of the 12th’ Review: The French Thriller That Won the César for Best Picture Is a Homicide Mystery With More Mystery Than We’re Used To

Watching a police-procedural homicide drama, whether its the grungiest of VOD potboilers or the most visionary film of the genre, Michael Manns silvery, dread-drenched Manhunter, we more or less know one thing: At the end of two hours, the grisly mystery weve been dunked in will have its catharsis and its resolution. We will know who the killer is, and in knowing that a kind of order will have been restored. David Finchers Zodiac, with its tantalizing ambiguities, might stand as an exception to the form a singular winding creep-out, without the closure were thirsting for yet even there you feel, by the end, that youve glimpsed the face of evil.

But The Night of the 12th, the French thriller that was nominated for 10 Csar Awards and won six of them, including best picture (it opens here on May 19), throws the audience a slow-motion curveball thats intended to tinker with our dreams. And to a degree, it does. Based on a true-crime book by Pauline Guna, the movie turns into one of the most casually authentic of investigative murder mysteries. Each time we think were seeing a classic suspense arc, it unravels into a dead end, and we think to ourselves: Of course. Crime in real life doesnt necessarily happen so neatly. The Night of the 12th is a mostly compelling sit, though what lends the film its singular texture is that it keeps tricking us into thinking its a more conventional thriller than it is.

It begins with a murder thats a gruesomely scary spectacle to behold. The victim, Clara (Lulu Cotton-Frapier), is a 21-year-old vocational-school student who lives with her parents in a province of Grenoble. On the night of October 12, 2016, shes at her best friends house, where we can see that theres a sleepover party atmosphere, but she decides to walk home by herself at 3:00 a.m. The suburban streets are deserted. Out of the shadows comes a hooded figure, who walks up to her and throws a clear liquid in her face. He then sets her on fire. As she runs to the side of the road, the entire top half of her body engulfed in flames, the sick horror of the crime gives rise to the feeling that powers the rest of the movie: that the monster who did this has to be caught.

The case is assigned to a police unit out of Grenoble, since theyre more high-level than the local rural gendarmes. We get to know the officers, and theyre a quarrelsome scuzzy crew, always busting each others chops. Their leader, Capt. Yohan Vivs (Bastien Bouillon), has just been promoted to take over the unit after the retirement of its commanding officer. Yohan is young, clean-cut, neutral in manner and a touch severe. The other cops are more colorful, notably Marceau (Bouli Lanners), a burly, salt-and-pepper-bearded veteran whos gruff and likable, with a short fuse, sort of a Brendan Gleeson type, and going through a miserable divorce. So Yohan lets him stay at his place, and the two become de facto partners on the case.

A drama like this one needs suspects, and The Night of the 12th keeps serving them up. But heres the catch. Each one is more sinister than the last, in a straight-out-of-central-casting way, and since the director and co-writer, Dominik Moll, stages it all with an atmosphere of unglamorous realism, in a funny way he cues us to the red-herring nature of each suspect. We keep getting sucked in only to think a minute later, No, too obvious. Theres the long-haired creepy video-game kid who knew Clara from their health club and slept with her a few times; when the police talk to him, he keeps giggling at inappropriate moments. Too obvious! Theres the tall rapper who recorded an angry track about Clara in which he said that he would torch her. Too obvious! And then theres the lover (Pierre Lottin) who looks like a Gallic version of the young Henry Rollins, and who once broke his wifes jaw. Too obvious, or just obvious enough?

Already, we sense a pattern. Clara, showcased in framed photographs in her parents home, is depicted as a kind of perfect-girl victim la Laura Palmer on Twin Peaks. But, in fact, she was attracted to the baddest boys she could find. The film gets into some moralistic hand-wringing over the fact that her death should not be blamed on her promiscuity. We hear that and think, Duh! Theres a lot of talk about jealousy as a potential motive, but we saw the murder with our own eyes. This wasnt jealousy. This was insanity. (Besides, how could the killer have known that Clara was going to be out there at 3:00 a.m.?)

Yohan, at the police station, receives an envelope addressed to The officer in charge of the Clara case. Inside is a disposable lighter. The audience thinks: At last, one of those twists! He must be one of those killers. Maybe, maybe not. The film keeps faking us out, and the fakery has the simultaneous effect of immersing us, disappointing us, and keeping us hooked on the case the way Yohan is hooked on it. He has a ritual of racing his bike at night, all by himself, around a banked velodrome its his way of slicing through the existential agony of it all.

I like detectives who sink into the muck of their own obsession. One of the many reasons I think Manhunter is the greatest thriller ever made (you heard me) is that the performance of William Petersen is such a hushed tangle of acuity and doom. Hes in that serial killers head, and its killing him. Bastien Bouillon never musters that kind of intensity. Yet after three years, with the case unsolved, we see how its weighing Yohan down. A judge, played by the no-nonsense Anouk Grinberg, orders the case reopened, and they implement an idea that they should have done before: placing a hidden camera at Claras gravesite. On the anniversary of her death, the camera turns up something quite interesting.

Will this be catharsis were seeking? Its honestly amazing that The Night of the 12th swept the Csars, because as solid as the movie is, its been made in a style that lands halfway between the icy freakiness of Zodiac and the tidy intrigue of Law Order. But maybe the resonance that catapulted the film to success relates to the moment when Yohan, in reference to the killer, says, I believe we cant find him because all men killed Clara. Thats a heady thought for these times. Only in France, perhaps, could it count as solving the crime.