The "suspense" part of the film works brilliantly, but James Miller (Shimell)'s "on and off" proficiency in Italian (e.g., he manages to speak chunks of Italian in praise of his translator at the beginning of the film, but inexplicably doesn't seem to understand a word of Italian the woman at the cafe speaks and needs Elle [Binoche] to translate for him) is obviously a slip. Since the linguistic gap is to crucial to the misunderstanding, the fly in the ointment regrettably makes the otherwise intriguing premise of the film conspicuously flawed.