After really quite liking Le Plaisir, I'm back to my usual Ophuls stance with La Ronde; admiring of the elegance but feeling completely uninvolved.
Although I did enjoy Anton Walbrook. Obviously.
I don't know how you can watch A Perfect Murder and give two hoots what happens to anyone; they're all so cold and underwritten. That just leaves you with the plot, which gets ever more convoluted the longer the film drags on.
I do enjoy Michael Douglas's urbanely evil schtick, but even that isn't enough to stop this being a waste of time.