Dr. Alex Beck (Francois Cluzet) is evaluating an ailing tot when his phone rings. It’s his attorney, telling him to get the hell out of Dodge. This kindly French pediatrician dutifully juggles the tense news with his ongoing office call. The young patient and his accompanying mother sense a sudden tension in the air. Within seconds, the doctor is fleeing through a window behind his desk – without losing any of his bedside manner.

“Tell No One” is a French variation on “The Fugitive,” but it’s a more subtle, discreet animal. Like the Andrew Davis classic, this man-on-the-run nail biter concerns a doctor smarting from the loss of his wife and framed for murder. But you won’t find Dr. Beck acrobatically leaping off dam spillways, escaping crashed prison buses, or outrunning trains. (No Parkour-style diving off buildings either, like fellow Frenchman Cyril Raffaelli of “District B-13”.) Cluzet’s understated hero isn’t superman, and during the film’s key set-piece – a foot chase through Paris streets and freeways – we’re gripping our armrests knowing that this is a mere mortal facing potential doom.

Based on the novel by Harlan Coben, “Tell No One” begins with the good doctor’s wife Margot being murdered. The affectionate couple enjoys a nude swim one evening at a favored lake. In an unexpected burst of chaos, the lovers are attacked and Margot killed. Or was she? Eight years later, Beck receives a computer video file depicting a very alive Margot, seemingly speaking from beyond the grave as she looks into the camera and warns, “Tell no one. We’re being watched.” Other bizarre discoveries wash onto the shore of Beck’s lonely life. Shady photos of a bruised-and-beaten Margot surface in a safe-deposit box. Buried bodies are uncovered. Authorities start snooping around, suggesting to Beck that he’s a suspect in his wife’s demise. It’s refreshing to see a thriller in which all of this information makes sense, falling into place as pieces of a coherent puzzle.

 Excerpt from Film Threat.com located HERE