A game, and that it was

Rating: 5/10 (13 August 2000)

Which really kept me on my chair, was the wonderful pianomusic during the film. It gave an extra atmosphere to it, which I think it needed, because it remained a game, to me. I wasn't able to believe that what happened to Van Orton was serious. So I laughed a lot but wasn't really touched by the story. It was all to much: the big house with the man all by himself. The videofilms of his youth which I didn't found logical. No, even the game I didn't believe. Maybe that's the reason why I laughed so much. I don't think that other people can always know how a person will react in a certain situation, even after 2-day-psychological tests. I have to much faith in the fickleness of us people for that, even for a person like Van Orton (why always these strange old-Dutch surnames in films?) Sorry for my English. Greetings, Renske Verheul